A Kinrowan Estate story: Porridge

Raspberry dividerEnglishman Dr. Samuel Johnson’s dictionary once slammed porridge, defining oats as ‘a grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.’ Obviously he never had a good bowl of hot porridge with applesauce mixed in as I have it quite often once the weather turns cold here at this Scottish Estate.

Porridge is quintessentially Scottish, with its roots in the simple fare of crofters, the tenant farmers of the remote Highlands. Since those beginnings centuries ago, it has spread as a result of Scottish emigration to kitchens way beyond the Highlands. And in the past years, it has become a cool thing to eat among the culinary taste makers always looking for something old made new once again.

Now most of you might think of porridge as something relatively plain that’s served hot with milk. Well, it can be, but there are ways to make it quite interesting. And so I wondered what our porridge fans did to jazz it up. Not that all of them did so — Mackenzie liked his every time just with some unsweetened applesauce and warm milk.

So what did I find for interesting porridges? How about finely chopped smoked bacon and cheddar added in? Or perhaps with strawberries and cream? I’m fond of just warm milk and honey, but my wife, Ingrid, likes hers with blueberry preserves.

Iain says he once ate it with smoked salmon and Gouda as a four a.m. meal while helping Gus, our Estate Gardener, watching the ewes during spring lambing. He said was quite filling and went nicely with strongly brewed Darjeeling tea.

So what’s your favourite way to have porridge?

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About Reynard

I’m the Pub Manager for the Green Man Pub which is located at the KInrowan Estate. I’m married to Ingrid, our Steward who’s also the Estate Buyer. If I’m off duty and in a mood for a drink, it’ll be a single malt, either Irish or Scottish, no water or ice, or possibly an Estate ale or cider.

I’m a concertina player, and unlike my wife who has a fine singing voice, I do not have anything of a singing voice anyone want to hear!

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