Hotpot With High Kicks

When life gets really tough for anim­ated char­ac­ters Wal­lace and Gro­mit, they have a sure-fire way to steady their nerves. ‘Hold tight, lad’, exhorts Wal­lace in A Grand Day Out, ‘…and think of Lan­cashire hot­pot’.

There’s some­thing robustly for­ti­fy­ing about hot­pot; essen­tially a slow-cooked cas­ser­ole trapped beneath a lay­er of sliced pota­toes. It’s about as dainty as a rhino­cer­os in bal­let shoes, but if it’s com­fort and nour­ish­ment you need, there’s noth­ing bet­ter.


I was brought up on Lan­cashire hot­pot. My Great Auntie Susie made it at least once a week through­out my child­hood. When I got my first BBC job as a report­er at Radio Manchester, I lived with my Grandpa in his immacu­late little house just out­side the city and he assumed hot­pot duties. It was the time of the bit­ter coal miners’ strike and I spent most of my time report­ing on the clashes between the oppos­ing sides. Grandpa had once worked at the pits him­self and was pas­sion­ately par­tis­an. Over a hot­pot at his kit­chen table he would fume over the fate of the pits and the miners.

I didn’t have enough money to buy a car — slightly com­prom­ising for a news report­er — but Grandpa, always gen­er­ous, offered to drive me when I needed a lift. We made an unlikely pair, arriv­ing at col­lier­ies and pick­et lines in his ancient Ford Cor­tina estate. Even when I worked the night shift, he’d turn up if I got stran­ded. Mid­night, 2am, 3.30 am — he genu­inely didn’t mind. And usu­ally, when we got home, there would be a hot­pot in the oven and maybe even a rice pud­ding.

The truth is that I didn’t really like hot­pot that much. It was famil­i­ar, it was cheap and it was filling. But it was bland and dull.  My own ver­sion of hot­pot isn’t one that Grandpa or my Auntie Susie would have recog­nised. It’s made with beef instead of lamb for a start and it’s rich with herbs, gar­lic and red wine and gar­nished with rose­mary flowers and lem­on zest.

Grandpa was the fussi­est per­son I’ve ever known, although I think he would have liked this new incarn­a­tion of his famil­i­ar recipe. Both he and Auntie Susie would have been hor­ri­fied by the rose­mary flowers and lem­on zest though, and would have dragged them meth­od­ic­ally to the sides of their plates.


Serves 4

  • 1kg good qual­ity brais­ing steak
  • 4 table­spoons olive oil
  • 2 medi­um onions, chopped medi­um fine
  • 4 car­rots, peeled and cut into roughly 2cm chunks
  • 1 leek, sliced into roughly 2cm pieces
  • 2 gar­lic cloves, sliced finely
  • 1 400g tin chopped organ­ic plum toma­toes
  • Half bottle red wine
  • 500ml veget­able stock
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 good hand­ful fresh thyme leaves
  • 3 table­spoons aged bal­sam­ic vin­eg­ar
  • 1 tea­spoon sug­ar
  • Season­ing
  • 3 or 4 waxy pota­toes per per­son
  • Hand­ful rose­mary flowers or finely chopped rose­mary and zest of a lem­on

Pre­heat the oven to 160 degrees C.

Sea­son the meat and brown it with three table­spoons of the olive oil in a heavy-bot­tomed cas­ser­ole or pan. You will need to do it in batches to make sure you brown it, rather than boil it. Remove the meat to a bowl and add the car­rots, onions, leek and gar­lic to the pan. Saute the veget­ables for five minutes until they start to take on a little col­our. Keep­ing the veget­ables in the pan, deglaze it by adding the red wine and stir­ring to remove all the good­ness stick­ing to the bot­tom. Sim­mer for a couple of minutes and then add all the rest of the ingredi­ents, browned meat included, apart from the pota­toes, rose­mary and lem­on zest. Bring back to sim­mer­ing point, cov­er and then place in the oven for around three  hours, but a little longer won’t do it any harm. Check on it after a couple of hours.

Remove from the oven. The meat will be tender, melt­ing and deli­cious but you will most likely need to reduce the sauce a little. Place the pan, uncovered, on a gentle to mod­er­ate heat on the hob. Once the sauce is a rich, silky con­sist­ency, check the season­ing.

While the sauce is redu­cing, boil the pota­toes in their skins for 15 minutes. While still warm, remove the skins and slice the pota­toes. Either place the slices on top of the meat in the cas­ser­ole dish, or divide the beef into indi­vidu­al bowls and cov­er with potato. Sea­son the pota­toes, brush with the remain­ing table­spoon of olive oil and place back in the hot oven for 15 more minutes. Tra­di­tion­ally the pota­toes would have been added raw at the very start of cook­ing. This meth­od gives the poor old pota­toes less of a bash­ing. Serve the hot­pot with a scat­ter­ing of rose­mary and lem­on zest.

Whichever ver­sion of this old clas­sic you choose, the beauty of a hot­pot is that it will sit hap­pily in the oven for hours at a time, just wait­ing to spring out and do a song and dance routine. A bit like Grandpa, really.

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17 thoughts on “Hotpot With High Kicks

  1. Eliza­beth Dav­id meets Gracie Fields. I like your tweaks.
    Your men­tion of the miners’ strike has had me mut­ter­ing ‘bloody Thatch­er’ under my breath much to my children’s bewil­der­ment.

  2. I love the idea of Eliza­beth Dav­id morph­ing into Gracie Fields. I think this could be the first blog com­ment ever to com­bine ED, GF and Mar­garet Thatch­er. Who would have thought it was even pos­sible. Thanks so much.

  3. What an incred­ible exper­i­ence to have been report­ing in the thick of the miners’ strike. I must admit to hav­ing a Twit­ter exchange recently when someone inno­cently men­tioned how inspir­ing she thought Ms T was after watch­ing the film ‘The Iron Lady’!
    You’d have needed that hot­pot (and some high kicks after that). We didn’t have hot­pot — only stew!

    • Stew is a ter­rible word — noun, verb, the lot. I haven’t seen The Iron Lady — it would no doubt get me in a stew!

  4. That looks scrump­tious! I think I’d prefer it with beef also. Lamb can leave an unpleas­ant slick of fat on the top.
    Trouble is, I’m on a diet as I’ve pigged out so much since I retired last year. I’m afraid my help­ing of hot­pot wioll have to wait!

    • I hope your help­ing of hot­pot doesn’t have to wait too long. Like you, I much prefer slow cooked beef, although my son always asks for lamb kleftiko on his birth­day.

  5. What an inter­est­ing way of doing a hot pot. I agree about beef. Lamb/mutton can be a bit fatty in these diet­ary-con­scious days. Also doing the pota­toes like this should avoid those leath­ery discs that some­times res­ult from start­ing from raw and cook­ing the cas­ser­ole for ever with them on top. Nev­er thought of lem­on zest and rose­mary as addi­tions much as I like both. Excel­lent as always.

  6. Oh this does sound lovely (and I am think­ing of hav­ing T-shirts prin­ted with the Wal­lace & Gro­mit exhorta­tion!!). I did not grow up with Lan­cashire hot­pot (for obvi­ous reas­ons!) but have made a couple since arriv­ing in the UK and they are indeed deeply com­fort­ing. Rather par­tial to your high-kick­ing one though! Lovely pics.

  7. Great new hot pot. The lem­on zest is a very inter­est­ing addi­tion. Your Granpa was an real star giv­ing you lifts even late at night. I love the idea of com­ing in late to hot pot and rice pud­ding. GG

  8. Does Wal­lace really say: and think of Lan­cashire hot­pot? I nev­er noticed! And you know I always love your posts; your writ­ing is poet­ic, magic­al and such a true pleas­ure to read, but how I love this tale of your youth, your fam­ily. Please offer us more peeks into your life! I have nev­er had a hot­pot but can ima­gine it as anoth­er one of those hearty, long-cooked, filling meals eaten over and over again (like rice pud­ding in my husband’s fam­ily!). And I do so love how you kicked it up — per­fect fla­vors! (and I love the ima­gine of them pick­ing out the herbs and zest…)

    • Thanks so much, Jam­ie. Inter­est­ing to hear that you enjoyed the peek into my hot­pot past — I wasn’t sure if it would prove appeal­ing or not.

  9. com­ing from Lan­cashire roots myself, i can com­pletely agree that hot­pot is the per­fect com­fort food. Your meth­od looks enchant­ing and delight­fully whole­some. I can’t wait to try!

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