True Highlands Blog
A boiled egg, wrapped in sausage meat, coated in a ruskoline of sorts and eaten hot or cold. This is a very brief outline of what we associate with these words. However, forget the dry one you tried from the petrol station and delight in this easy and versatile snack.
Wave your hand and command the approaching train to stop at the tiny private platform where you wait alone, miles from the nearest settlement. Sounds like a scene from the Wild West, but in fact you can do exactly this at a handful of so called request stops that serve some of the most inaccessible parts of the Highlands.
Can there be a more satisfying one pot meal than a thick and steaming bowl of Scotch Broth. For Highlanders over a certain age this would have been a staple which varied, depending on what was available in the garden or what meat was available. Recipes vary enormously around the country but my mums is still obviously the best I’ve ever tasted.