As I have a follower from America I need to explain from the onset that here in the UK a Faggot is basically a large meat ball made from Pork and offal. Their origins date back through the ages and was a poor mans meal. Fast forward to 2017 and a Faggot is now a foodie’s delicacy.
However, back in the sixties with the advent of frozen food, Mr Brains started producing frozen faggots. These became part of a staple diet for us kids.
I’ve sampled faggots from various butchers around the country all adding their own twist on the recipe, but just like Beanz Meanz Heinz there is always going to be Mr Brains faggots. Although as kids we were teased that they actually contained brains (I don’t think they do), hey when you’re hungry you will eat anything.
Mr Herbert Hill Brain
Pubs in the Black Country used to have Faggots and peas nights, now it seems to be Curry nights.
(Again for my American reader). The Black Country is an area in the West Midlands where the industrial revolution started. It was called the Black Country because of the soot, smog and grime from the steel and coal industries. Black country dwellers speak a totally different language to the rest of the UK. Queen Victoria hated the area.
This language difference can be awkward. I’m not even going to mention that the word Trump in the UK is another word for Fart.
When we were away in Scotland I had a couple of light bulb inspiration moments, one of them was a Faggot pie. Not just any old faggot pie, but a Mr Brains Faggot pie.
After a lot of pleading and cajoling, I convinced the E/Knitter that this was the ultimate pie and she needed to make one or perhaps two.
I present you with Faggot pie or parcel
Obviously you start with a pack of Mr Brains frozen faggots that are packed precooked in a foil tray ready to reheat. These were allowed to defrost at room temperature.
The pastry of choice was puff.
Now you could prep your puff pastry using up valuable eating time or like us buy frozen prepared puff pastry.
After a lot of debate, the E /knitter convinced me that it would be easier to place the faggot in a pastry parcel and tie the top like a sack. Ok it’s technically not a pie because it doesn’t have a lid on top, but it’s going to taste the same.
A large circle was cut from the pastry.
The faggot was placed in the centre and the pastry was gathered at the top.
An off cut of pastry was rolled into a long worm and used to tie the top.
On to a baking tray and placed in the centre of the oven for 25 minutes at gas mark 7 or until the pastry is golden brown.
Ideally they should be served hot straight from the oven with any of the excess sauce that was left over.
I thinking sauteed potatoes, marrow fat peas and faggot parcels.
The results exceeded even my expectations. The faggots have a rich taste thanks to the West Country sauce and combine that with puff pastry it becomes food for the gods.
If Mr Brains wants to contact me with a royalty payment offer, I’ll gladly let him use my idea.
There was some puff pastry left over from the pie making event, so I suggested to the E/knitter that she might like to make some sausage rolls with added sage and apple stuffing. The results didn’t last long enough to be photographed. mmmmm!!!
Oh and the second light bulb inspiration moment is being worked on as we speak.
All I can say is forget fidget spinners, this one is destined to become the next world wide craze, but the E/ knitter isn’t so convinced and I need her expertise to create it.
Watch this space.