My shepherd's pie story:
First off, it's important to understand that in the US, since folks don't really eat that much lamb here, "shepherd's pie" nearly always means beef - we don't really call it cottage pie. Any restaurant I've been to, even the British/Irish themed ones, make it with beef.
A couple of years ago, my brother called me, knowing that I cook from scratch, and said they'd been given a few pounds of ground lamb, and would I be interested in it, since they had no idea what to do with it and weren't crazy about the idea of eating it.
I said, "Yeah, sure, I'll take it. What's more, you bring it over, and I'll make you and Linda something with it and we'll all have a good meal and a visit."
He agreed, but he was already nervous about the whole thing.
Obvious things to make with ground lamb...kofta and shepherd's pie, and I chose shepherd's pie because I knew it would at least be familiar to him, as I'd seen him order it in restaurants before.
They brought it over, I got to cooking, explained what I was doing, every step of the way. Lee, I kid you not, was visibly shaken at the prospect of eating lamb for the first time in his 60 years on this planet.
Lee's not an adventurous eater. At all. He likes burgers and pizza and fried chicken and fried fish, meatloaf and pork chops and lunchmeat sandwiches. The most "out there" thing he eats is shrimp, which isn't that exotic at all.
I got the pie all put together. Into the oven, and we have a few drinks, and the whole time, Lee kept nervously glancing over at the oven. He wanted to know what else we had to eat in case he couldn't stomach the pie. He began to actually look scared.
Finally, out it came, and I must say, I did it on my big cast iron skillet, and it was the best looking shepherd's pie I ever made. Golden on top, beautifully rustic...it was just begging to be eaten.
My wife and I, for having lived in the UK, had eaten lamb before, on more than one occasion, so there was no drama there. Linda, who liked to think she knew more than anyone else about everything, finally admitted that, at 63, it was her first experience with lamb, even though she'd spent considerable time in the Land Of Sheep (New Zealand), and Lee...
Poor Lee. He looked like he needed about six Valium to calm his nerves. He sat down. He got up. He sat down, I put a big serving on his plate. He got up and paced: "I don't know, man, I just don't know...I mean, what's it gonna
taste like?!?!"
He sat down, he picked up his fork. He took a drink of water, he put his fork down. He got up. He paced. He went to the sink and splashed water on his face. He talked to himself, "C'mon, Lee! It's ground meat! It's just meat! You can do it! C'mon!"
Finally, he sat back down. With one hand on his face, he finally got a tiny forkful of the pie, and put it in his mouth. He looked like he was eating a skunk ass-end first.
But he tried another bite. And another. And another.
"Hey, this isn't too bad. No, really, it's not that bad at all."
He ate his first helping. Then he had "a little more," then a
third helping. I ended up having to give him some more of it to take home.
They've eaten here a lot, and I've always cooked for them, and they both say that by far, their favorite thing I've ever made has been that shepherd's pie.