Scrag end again

I just can’t resist the cheap cuts of meat. Seeing photos of bluebells and National Trust gardens, I started feeling particularly nostalgic for Britain at Easter. Granny Hothersall’s (Mrs Pepperpot’s mum) cooking rumbled at the back of all this and I wanted to search for her flavours. I’m repeating the recipe I tried last Sunday. It’s an attempt at her lamb hotpot, with added lentils and less potato (only because I didn’t have them). Granny H was born 118 years ago. Food for thought.