Bills Onion

Sitting in the heather, honking of stag and talking of food we did and didn’t like, my deerstalker, keen to champion the Scot’s kitchen, contributed the following. It’s immensely pleasing to eat. (Though whenever I eat it, the recollection of Bill’s deeply disturbing ‘flip ma false teeth inside oot’ trick can ruin the experience.) I have called it Bill’s onion. I hope his wife or otherwise the inventor of the original version of this recipe is not offended.