A hearty meal tis true. Not sure I'd carry a steak about unchilked for 24 hours before eating though. Plus there being two of us we may come to blows once the first steak was ready ;D
Any local butcher should be able to get you your haggis all year round. Polished one off on Sunday there myself. Food Of The Gods. ;)A hearty meal tis true. Not sure I'd carry a steak about unchilked for 24 hours before eating though. Plus there being two of us we may come to blows once the first steak was ready ;D
Replace the steak with Haggis, either tinned or vacuum packed and your on to a winner. Not normally an option here in Northern Ireland as its usually very difficult to get a hold of but, I've been reliably informed that the vacuum packed version was spotted in Tescos, Portadown, yesterday.
Guess where I will be visiting tonight to stock up on my favourite hill food of all time ;)
Tell your mate your NI Wild and make him watch as you eat your own socks, do it for the Forum!!!! :o
I like cous-cous (as you know) although night not be one for the kids :-/ and I had never thought about just putting the water in the packet until seeing Fred do it our last camp saving a dirty mug or bowl!! :)
Not sure I'd carry a steak about unchilked for 24 hours before eating though.
It does not use the traditional lambs offal, as I believe it is illegal to process it here in Northern Ireland, but it does use the same bits of a Cow instead
After all this, the weekend I was on got abandoned at tea time on Saturday evening.What sort of example is that to set for the young'uns!! :)
Mate if you'd have been on the weekend then Plan B would have been enacted - a summit camp. Rain or wind, pah! I wouldn't let such things get in the way of a weekend pass for the hills. As it was, abandonment was music to the ears of most of the other drowned rats. In fairness many were soaked to the skin, as were a few tents :(Yeah wet unhappy campers are not going to have good memories so I'm sure it was for the best, I still remember a pretty horrendous day walking from the slievenaman school house to hares gap and back in the scouts that culminated in me putting my trousers on the pot belly stove when we got back which swiftly turned them into a char-cloth type material :)