This is Not how my Mother cooked them, but that means little in itself. But eating lamb my Mother cooked, he'd have tears of Love &Joy dribbling down his cheeks. This from a man that only had mutton ( probably from Australia ) 6 month old, served U.S. Army style ( boiled for several hours, salted / peppered, slapped on an ice cold metal mess tray ). When my Mother served him fresh lamb he quickly changed his mind. Dogs won't eat mutton, Angles eat lamb . . . ☆