This post is in memory of my brother. He passed away very suddenly and tragically in 2008 when he was 28 years old and this week he would have turned 37. This Scottish Mince and Tatties (or just plain “Mince” as we called it) was his favourite meal that our Nana would make him. I don’t want to go on for very long about this dark period in my life. I don’t like talking about it, I don’t like writing about it. What I much prefer to do is remember the good times with my brother and I know that he would have always wanted me to choose hope, love, and happiness above of sitting in the depths of grief.