Yummy desert island dishes!
WITH an estimated wealth of £280m, David Beckham can afford to fine-dine in the world’s fanciest restaurants. But when he celebrated his birthday recently he rolled the clock back to a real old favourite. He shared a photo of the dish he was having, a youthful nostalgia-fest of gammon steak with egg, pineapple rings and potato wedges. Certain foods always bring childhood memories flooding back. We asked our writers and readers to share their most fondlyremembered dishes.
Stuart Findlay, inverneSS
As a child, pizza gave me an extra reason to look forward to Friday night.
Despite our persistent whining, my mum had managed to ration my older brother and I down to having it once every seven days. Years later, I still associate it with winding down at the end of the week.
lynSey Gordon, GlaSGow
Fish fingers and chips. Nothing beats cutting through those crispy breadcrumbs and munching on chips drowning in salt and ketchup. The ultimate comfort food.
Steve Finan, dundee
Whenever my mother made mince or stew, she’d skim the fatty, salty residue from the top of the pot and pour it on to a piece of white bread, so that the fat soaked through. It was a squidgy mess, but it tasted wonderful. There would probably be laws against this today.
roSS KinG, Sunday PoSt columniSt
It was a quick run home from school at lunchtime for mum’s homemade soup. Her recipes were always, “Just a wee dod of this and a wee pick of that”. Superb! Brilliant broths and lovely lentils. Mince and tatties was another favourite. I loved anything that you could squidge together.
Kezia duGdale, ScottiSh labour leader
My nan would pick me up from school and take me to her house where a pot would be bubbling away on the stove. The ultimate dish was her tattie and leek soup. The tatties from a 10 kilo bag under the stairs, the leeks from the back garden.
With some love, years of experience and very few other ingredients, her soup would heal every scraped knee and weary bone. It was best served not with bread, but stacks of Walkers oatcakes and thick chunks of cheddar cheese. There was nothing quite like it.
elizabeth o’reGan, lincoln
Baked potatoes and onions served with cold meat on Monday lunchtime for washday. I do still love them and we still have them now on a winter Monday. I think the onions keep the bugs away.
JameS walKer, GlenrotheS
Stovies, made with onions, dripping and potatoes, fritters or home-made chips. Then, for a pudding, homemade custard and stewed rhubarb.
donald macleod, Sunday PoSt columniSt
Grilled sliced Spam, baked beans and homemade – that meant burnt – chips. Followed by a dollop of strawberry Angel Delight or Ambrosia Rice Pudding with raisins. Meal times were bedlam. They’d end with my brother Calum and I being belted by my superstressed mum and thrown out the door for flicking our chips and beans at each other.
liz Kelly, GlaSGow
Lamb, mashed potatoes and peas, followed by steamed pudding and custard. My mum was a great cook but we didn’t have anything fancy.
Gary hoPton, FiFe
A nice bowl of tomato soup followed by rice with some pears in it used to go down a treat at lunchtimes.
I still love it.
david collinS, yorKShire
Fish and chips, mushy peas, tea, bread and butter – at the seaside. We didn’t holiday often but it reminds me of buckets and spades and family.
Brilliant broths, lovely lentils, mince and tatties ... I loved anything you could squidge together.