The last time I ate this particular combination, the Beatles were still a functional entity and Elvis was still alive.
Leftovers from the night before's dinner.
Spiced up mince and tatties - with a poached egg on top to make it different from last night. This is something my mother specialised in, although her poached eggs were always over-cooked, and she would never dream of putting chilies in her m+t.
Anyway, there wasn't enough tattie, so I finished mopping up with a slice of home made bread. Happiness reigned.
