tatties and mince was a regular dinner when I was growing up, usually with boiled potatoes rather than mash. Always with peas.
I haven't eaten it since I left home, can't abide the smell of mince cooking, although Mum always had stewing steak minced, rather than buying ready minced. I always hated the smell of cooking meat and even as a small child, insisted on waiting outside the butcher's shop as I couldn't abide the smell, let alone all the carcases on hooks.
Unsurprisingly, I am a vegetarian.
To return to the point of the thread; my Grandfather once said to my aunt 'Ooh, that was a lovely sponge Myra, surely you didn't bake it?' 