All posts tagged: scotland

Old Tales and Fresh Lobster at Cafe Fish, Tobermory, Isle of Mull

One of my oldest friends lives on Mull and Mull is an awful long way from here. It is remote, it is wild and beautiful, spiritual and unspoilt and on the evening we arrived by ferry from Oban on the mainland, the water was as still as a millpond, there was no breeze and the sun was slowly setting, it was quite something. This was my second visit to Mull, and a first for the Scottish husband and daughter. Mull is one of the largest and most populated of the Inner Hebrides. (the photo above is not¬† mine, I will replace it when we download some!) We booked into our fabuously pink hotel in Tobermory, the island capital (population 700) and after a glorious evening walk we ate there. Mull, and indeed Scotland, is renowned for its seafood so I started our short stay with langoustine, of course (and I’ve slipped in the kippers that I had for breakfast the next morning..). ¬† The eating highlight was booked to be Cafe Fish on the pier. …

Deep fried, spiced Sheep’s heart, liver and lungs, onion, oatmeal and suet.

This, my dear friends, is a deep-fried local Drumnadrochit Haggis. Married to a Scot, I try Haggis every year on Burns’ Night, with renewed vigour and great enthusiasm (ahem..) but, sadly, no, this traditional Scottish delicacy of sheep’s heart, liver and lungs, onion, oatmeal, suet, salt and spices encased in a stomach lining, has not yet won me over. This one of course, is also battered and deep-fried…I kid you not. The lyrically named Drumnadrochit is a village on the edge of Loch Ness, near to the ruins of the evocative Urquhart Castle. It is also home to Fiddler’s (which I mentioned on Twitter as having possibly the best chips ever). I am told by husband and daughter that their deep-fried haggis is also a league above. I will take their word for it.