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easy vegetarian shepherd's pie

shepherd's pie


I haven’t been here for a while. It was because I was down. And when I’m down I get stressed and worried that my family genes I hoped I didn’t have in me are actually saying hello.

Luckily it a was  false alarm this time.

Even when I’m down, I’m still cooking. And what’s better on a cold day than comfort food – nice, hot shepherd’s pie.

I make a variation of  this recipe with mung beans instead of quorn mince meat.


Vegetarian shepherd’s pie


Quorn vegetarian mince meat

tin of chopped tomatoes

2 diced carrots

3 spoons of olive oil

3 shallots

tin of green peas (or 100grams of fresh ones)

vegetable stock cube

spoon of basil (fresh or dried)

freshly ground pepper


4-5 potatoes

knob of butter

3-5 spoons of milk

pinch of nutmeg

150 grams of grated cheddar


1. Chop shallots. Warm olive oil in a pan and fry shallots on the low heat.

2. When the shallots start getting golden (but not brown) add quorn mince meat and chopped tomatoes and carrots. Stir, cover and leave it to simmer.

3. In the meantime boil potatoes in salty water.

4. Add vegetable cubes to your meat free mince and season with pepper. I don’t use salt, but if you feel like adding some, suit yourself.

5. When your mince sauce starts to thicken, add herbs and peas (if they are fresh, you have to add them earlier).

5. Drain your potatoes and mash them with butter, milk and nutmeg.

6. In an ovenproof dish layer mince sauce. On top spread the potato mash, sprinkle with cheese and bake in the oven ( 180 C) till top starts getting golden.









About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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