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desperanceAll my house is filled with the lovely scents of red cabbage braising v slowly with apple and onion and cider vinegar and sugar.
Now I'm going to go downstairs and mince lamb and lamb hearts and lamb's liver, and mix all that together with rosemary and such, perhaps another onion and a little garlic, like that; and I will form that mixture into faggots and nest them in the cabbage for a last hour's cooking. And eat same with mash.
Properly faggots are supposed to be held together with caul fat, but I no can has. Also, of course, properly faggots are made of pigmeats rather than sheepmeats, but hey. Lambstuff is what I have.
It may all come out horrid; I'll let you know if it does, but don't hold your breath. It's all good stuff going in.
Now I'm going to go downstairs and mince lamb and lamb hearts and lamb's liver, and mix all that together with rosemary and such, perhaps another onion and a little garlic, like that; and I will form that mixture into faggots and nest them in the cabbage for a last hour's cooking. And eat same with mash.
Properly faggots are supposed to be held together with caul fat, but I no can has. Also, of course, properly faggots are made of pigmeats rather than sheepmeats, but hey. Lambstuff is what I have.
It may all come out horrid; I'll let you know if it does, but don't hold your breath. It's all good stuff going in.