I'll be doing a full review of Shieldhill, the ferry crossing and our little adventures in Travel News so I'll be posting that once we've gone to Press.
But here's a quick overview on the food for now -
We took the ferry across to Cairnryan and drove to Biggar over the snow-covered hill - a simply stunning start to our weekend! It was a 2.35 drive, but we didn't mind one bit, Turf was a very good boy and was only carsick once (and only a little bit).
Shieldhill is a beautiful Scottish castle, dating back to 1199. It was the seat of the Chancellor family for over 750 years and only became a hotel in 1959.
Turf made himself comfortable, while J and I got ready for our Burn's Supper! I didn't take any photos of the food as I thought it very rude to do that in such a traditional and intimate setting such as Shieldhill so you will have to picture it in your mind, lol. We both had the Haggis gateaux to start - it was a tower of haggis, tatties and neeps. Tatties, being potatoes (generally mashed if you want to keep it traditional) and neeps being turnip - also traditionally mashed. This was served with a beautiful whiskey cream gravy - what Scot wouldn't love that?!
For the main we both chose the coq au vin, tasty chicken served in a white wine gravy with onions, mushrooms and mashed potato. I had Eton mess for pud... but it beat me! I just can't eat puddings the way I used to!
Traditionally a Scottish breakfast includes haggis and black pudding... however there was no haggis on our traditional Scottish breakfast the next morning. This is the first time we haven't had haggis in our breakfast when in Scotland and I did wonder if they had just run out, with it being so popular over the Burn's weekend!
Lunch on the second day was in The Elphinstone, J went for the thick bacon steak with double cooked eggs, while I opted for something we would normally cook at home (but it's been banned from cookbook since I'm on the 'Wedding Diet'!) - Flying Scotsman, in other words, chicken topped with haggis! The only thing better than chocolate! The Elphinstone served theirs with a wholegrain mustard and whiskey cream sauce and chips (with skins on) - I cleared the plate!
We popped into the butchers for two haggis - freshly steamed and still warm - to take home... I've them sitting in my fridge at home, one is promised to my mum and the other is being saved for my special treat dinner next Monday night - I will take a picture (promise!) and tell you how I make it!
Now Haggis are only found in Scotland... deep in the Highlands... and they only come out on a full moon... lol - although the Scots enjoy telling the tourists that Haggis are a small rabbit-like animal that are caught in the highlands, haggis is really a mix of offal, oats and spices stuffed in a bung (sheeps innards) and can be bought from every butchers shop in Scotland (we always stock up when we are in Scotland because Haggis is our favourite meal!)
In Northern Ireland you can buy it in plastic wrapping... not as nice, but still full of flavour - you can get a great one in Tesco, Bloomfield (at the new butcher section)! It's already cooked so you just need to heat it - the best way to do this is to steam it. Pierce the bung, wrap it in tin foil so that no water can get in and put it in a pot of boiling water for 45 minutes (for a two person sized haggis) - this is J's favourite method of cooking it. Personally I like to steam it in the oven - prepared the bung in the tinfoil then fill a deep dish with water before placing the bung in it and popping it in the oven for 45 minutes. When it's done it pick it out of the dish, empty the remaining water and dry the dish out (be careful, it's hot!) then empty the haggis into the hot dish.. it will sizzle and the smell is amazing! Because we eat this quite a lot, I like to have my haggis with potato gratin and peas or as flying Scotsman with chips. It's the two most popular ways we eat it in our house! If we have any left over J makes us a lovely breakfast - a heart attack on a plate - black pud, haggis, eggs, beans, sausage, bacon and toast - yummy!
And of course you can't beat a wee bit of Disney's BRAVE - this will be a Burn's weekend favourite DVD choice in our house for a few years to come... and many other weekends as well I'm sure!
And of course Burn's weekend wouldn't be complete with this -
Address to a Haggis by Robert (Rabbie) Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm :
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm :
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic
Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch; And then,
O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!
Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch; And then,
O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
As feckless as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic,
haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!