Scotland’s Festive Feast: A BMW M3 CS Touring Expedition for Christmas Dinner Ingredients
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Published: December 23, 2025
As the festive season approaches, many of us dream of a traditional Christmas dinner, complete with all the trimmings. However, for those residing in the rugged beauty of Scotland, sourcing these culinary staples often means embarking on a journey of discovery, a quest to connect directly with the artisans and producers who craft our favourite festive fare. This year, with a pressing deadline and a desire to truly experience the provenance of our Christmas feast, I, along with photographer Max Edleston, undertook such an expedition. Our mission: to procure every ingredient for a three-course celebratory meal, plus accompanying refreshments, directly from their makers across Scotland, all within a tight two-day window. The question of “how” became as crucial as the “what.”
Our requirements were clear. We needed a vehicle that could comfortably accommodate our growing collection of seasonal delicacies, a vehicle that could traverse the often unpredictable Scottish terrain, and one that offered a degree of spirited performance for those stretches of open road. The prospect of transporting a festive turkey or a collection of artisanal cheeses in something akin to a Morgan Super 3, while romantic, simply wasn’t practical. This led us to a rather compelling, albeit unconventional, choice: the BMW M3 CS Touring. This exceptional machine, a rare blend of track-honed performance and everyday practicality, promised to be the ideal companion for our Scottish festive food road trip.
The BMW M3 CS Touring is, by all accounts, a remarkable engineering feat. It’s a generously equipped, five-seat estate car that frankly defies convention. Designed with the track in mind, its specification sheet reads like a racing enthusiast’s dream. Boasting a potent 543 horsepower, a significant increase over its predecessor, the Competition model, it features extensive use of carbon fibre panels, a 3D-printed cylinder head, a lightweight crankshaft, and reinforced suspension and fluid circuits engineered to withstand the rigors of extreme G-forces. This isn’t just a car; it’s a statement of intent, a testament to what can be achieved when performance meets purpose.
Our journey began with an initial trudge north on the M90 from Edinburgh, heading towards Loch Leven. Even at this early stage, the M3 CS Touring impressed. The special titanium silencer, remarkably hushed at the touch of a button, allowed for a relatively serene cabin experience. The suspension offered a controlled level of firmness, and the steering remained steady, a welcome trait when navigating the motorway’s evolving conditions. The only significant intrusion was a noticeable, though surface-dependent, roar from the Michelin Pilot Sport 4 S tyres – 19-inch at the front and 20-inch at the rear – a subtle reminder of the performance potential lurking beneath the refined exterior.
Soon, we veered off the main thoroughfare, diving into the secluded, winding B934 through Glen Devon and Dunning Glen. These narrow, damp, but delightfully smooth roads twisted and turned through Seussian hillsides, painted in a rich tapestry of greens and browns, a perfect autumnal and pre-winter landscape. The M3 CS Touring, even with its two-meter width, felt surprisingly agile. In the gearbox’s gentlest Auto mode, its eight-speed ZF torque converter delivered smoothly timed, elastic shifts. The ultra-precise steering allowed for near-pinpoint accuracy, making it easy to thread the large estate through the tight bends, much to the amusement of the local wildlife – at least two red squirrels seemed particularly intrigued by our progress.
Our first stop was the substantial premises of Simon Howie Butchers, located on the outskirts of Dunning, adjacent to Mr. Howie’s picturesque farmhouse. This establishment represents a true Scottish success story. What began as a modest village butcher’s shop has evolved into a significant operation, with branches in neighbouring towns and supply contracts with major supermarkets. Indeed, Simon Howie is recognized as the UK’s largest producer of haggis, an astonishing 1.3 million of them churned out between Christmas and Burns Night alone.
Though Mr. Howie was away, operations manager Robbie Crook graciously welcomed us. Our initial destination was the pudding room, a space imbued with the comforting aroma of black pudding, which immediately set our appetites alight. However, our primary focus was the haggis. This iconic Scottish dish, a hearty blend of minced pork, beef, and lamb offal, combined with oatmeal, barley, and a secret blend of seasonings, forms the bedrock of many a festive meal. Simon Howie also produces gluten-free and vegetarian versions, with Crook noting that the latter often serves as a “gateway haggis” for those new to the delicacy. Their haggis balls, dipped in batter and rolled in breadcrumbs, offered a tantalizing glimpse of a potential Christmas starter – a strong foundation for our culinary ambitions.
From there, we moved to the sweet and smoke-scented bacon room. Crook explained the meticulous process of preparing their pigs in blankets. Streaky cuts of pork belly are hand-rubbed with a dry cure, aged for up to ten days, then smoked for four to six hours over wood chips. These succulent strips are then machine-sliced and expertly wrapped around pork chipolatas, promising a mouthwatering side dish that’s an indispensable part of any British Christmas spread. With two key components secured, it was back to the M3 as the weather turned.
The wind intensified, and a persistent rain began to hammer down. Navigating hedgerow-hugging B-roads, we crossed a swollen River Earn, its waters surging with salmon on their westward spawning journey. The canopied stretches of road began to accumulate falling branches, and water collected rapidly at the verges – decidedly not the kind of weather for a nimble roadster. This is where the BMW M3 CS Touring’s all-wheel-drive system truly came into its own. The rear-biased, fully variable, multi-plate clutch-based M xDrive system handled the challenging conditions with aplomb, faithfully laying down all the power required and confidently carving arcs through the wet tarmac without a hint of instability. The only exception was encountered when hitting standing water, where the car exhibited a degree of skittishness, a testament to the challenging conditions exceeding the comfort zone of even the robust tyre setup.
We bypassed Crieff, instead ascending into the rugged beauty of the Sma’ Glen, its landscape adorned with crimson ferns and heather. Continuing upwards, we found ourselves on an exposed upland stretch leading towards Amulree. In its supplest mode, the M3’s adaptive suspension provided a comfortable ride, though a noticeable reactivity was apparent over a couple of particularly bobbly sections on the descent into Dunkeld.
Dunkeld, despite the sodden conditions, proved to be a picturesque gem. Thomas Telford’s iconic seven-arch bridge gracefully spans the handsome River Tay, leading us into the heart of this tiny, ancient town. On a narrow lane, leading towards the 700-year-old cathedral, we meticulously shoehorned the BMW in front of The Clootie Dumpling café, our next destination in search of a sweet course.
Mike and Jacinta Cairney’s café specializes in the eponymous Scottish spiced cake, a beloved traditional dessert made to the cherished recipe of Mike’s late mother, Granny Margaret. Mike fondly recalled childhood memories of his mother baking clootie dumplings for birthdays, complete with a 10 pence piece concealed within for luck. Leftovers were often fried up the next morning with bacon, eggs, haggis, black pudding, and Lorne sausage – a culinary experience many of their customers associate with fond nostalgia. Clootie dumplings are a staple at weddings, Christmas, and Hogmanay celebrations across Scotland.
Jacinta eloquently described their preparation process. A dry mix of flour, fat, breadcrumbs, raisins, sultanas, brown and white sugar, ginger, and spices is combined with treacle, eggs, and milk, all beaten together by hand. A traditional cloth – the ‘cloot’ – is then boiled in water until scalding hot, laid out, and sprinkled with flour to form the base of the chewy skin. The dumpling mixture is poured in, the cloot is tied securely, and the entire parcel is boiled for an impressive four hours. The result, presented to me warm with a dollop of cream, was a revelation. Mellower and considerably lighter than traditional Christmas pudding, it was a truly delightful find, and we departed with a generous half clootie dumpling, a perfect sweet ending.
With full storm conditions raging, we pointed the M3 eastward towards Angus, traversing saturated country roads. The sheer volume of standing water on the tarmac gave the impression we were piloting an ekranoplan. The next 36 miles were necessarily slow, our progress through the driving rain and 200-meter visibility punctuated only by the subdued sigh of the 3.0-litre straight-six engine’s twin 2.1-bar turbos.
We were immensely grateful for the warm welcome at South Powrie Farm, situated just north of Dundee, where we had arranged to discuss our final main ingredient with farmers Thomas and Susannah Pate: the Christmas turkey. Their farm is one of a select few across the UK appointed to rear the prized KellyBronze breed, renowned for its superior flavour and texture. The Pates manage a flock of 600 turkeys, which arrive as day-old birds, small enough to fit comfortably in the back of the M3. Our requirement, however, was for a single, substantial bird, which would grow to an impressive 15kg. An initial plan to meet the flock was abandoned; the birds were wisely seeking shelter from the downpour in their field. We arranged to return the following morning, hoping for clearer skies.
At 8 am the next day, we were greeted by a chaotic symphony of clucks, squawks, and yelps as the highly inquisitive turkeys engaged in a waddling sprint to meet us in their two-acre field of woods and long grass. Their plumage was indeed a spectacle of bronze hues, a deep brown with an almost iridescent sheen. The adolescent stags, sporting distinctive snoods and wattles – fleshy growths above and below their beaks – proudly displayed their tail feathers. In this avian society, gender was no predictor of social standing; hierarchy was determined by a literal pecking order, with dominant individuals nipping feathers from their subordinates. One particularly ambitious character even took a curious nibble at my wellington boots, then my leg, a firm reminder of their assertive nature. I resolved to meet it again in late December, but for now, we carefully loaded a whole frozen turkey into the BMW’s spacious rear.
In the immediate lead-up to Christmas, the Pates sell fresh turkeys directly to the public from the farm and various collection points along the east coast. One such collection point also grows and sells vegetables, so our next destination was set. We crossed the Tay Road Bridge into Fife, finally presented with an opportunity to truly unleash the BMW M3 CS Touring’s capabilities.
In its engine’s most aggressive mode, the CS typically operates below 3000rpm. However, beyond this threshold, the acceleration becomes so forceful and relentless that it feels almost exponential. With the exhaust flaps open, the rising revs are accompanied by an ever-louder, bass-heavy growl and a mounting induction roar – dramatic, certainly, though perhaps not yet spine-tingling. The sweeping A92 proved to be the M3’s domain, devoured with impressive pace and unwavering balance as the car seemed to meld seamlessly with the road surface. On more technical minor roads that followed, the car exhibited less composure, both in terms of cornering inertia and ride suppleness. Nevertheless, the experience remained riotous, with the supportive, inflatable bolsters on the bucket seats holding us firmly in place.
With the CS thoroughly warmed and its performance characteristics now familiar, we parked it outside Pittormie Fruit Farm, a compact, 35-acre site managed by Euan Cameron and his family. Though the shop had closed after a busy summer of fruit sales, the honesty box for the egg shed remained well-utilized, replenished by a steady supply of winter vegetables also supplied to local restaurants and greengrocers. Cameron espouses an appealingly laissez-faire approach to cultivation, employing minimal fertilisers and eschewing fungicides and irrigation. He expresses a frank dissatisfaction with the conformity and lack of seasonality prevalent in today’s supermarket produce. “I don’t force things,” he stated. “I like it to get there naturally. I don’t care if something is fugly.”
His ATV whisked us away to the multicoloured brassica beds, where he unearthed a well-stocked ‘sprout tree’ of the Bosworth variety, adorned with firm, green nuggets of Christmas joy. Cameron then pulled a striking mass of purple-green leaves from the soil – kalette, a sprout-kale hybrid whose florets cook to a delightful crisp, offering a nutty alternative for those who find traditional sprouts less appealing.
We were also in the right place for potatoes. Using an old harvester that Cameron had personally re-engineered, a modest two-acre plot yields an impressive 22 varieties, many of them niche. His top picks for roasting are drier types, including Kerrs Pink and Golden Wonder, but his favourite, the waxier Wilja, is exceptional when boiled, oiled, and air-fried. Along with a few carrots, we loaded a generous bag of these earth-grown treasures through the BMW’s rear hatch.
With a selection of tomatoes and apples for snacking en route, we continued south across Fife’s characteristic rolling farmland, navigating gorse-lined B-roads. The perpetually faithful steering, always at its best in the heavier, more intuitive Sport mode, proved superior to the Comfort setting, whose lightness felt mismatched to the car’s considerable size and weight. We were carrying a good deal of speed, and the middle of the three gearbox settings, in both Auto and Manual modes, proved ideal. In Auto, it maintained sufficient revs without unnecessarily lingering in the upper reaches, while in Manual, it responded with enough alacrity without the jarring, full-body convulsions experienced in the most aggressive setting. The optional £8800 carbon-ceramic stoppers were both easily modulated and utterly ruthless when required.
The main coast road eventually halted our progress, and we pulled up at a converted stone stable block, now home to Futtle Brewery. The brewery takes its name from an onomatopoeic Scots word describing pebbles being thrashed by the surf. A significant portion of the large, open space is occupied by stainless steel fermenters, producing high-quality, unfiltered organic lagers, wheat beers, spelt beers, and pale ales. In a corner, Ethan Russell Hogg was tending bar and keeping the LPs spinning. “Our beers are fresh and different and take a long time to brew – six to eight weeks, sometimes more – which makes a higher-quality beer,” he explained. Unusually, they utilize raw, whole-leaf hops rather than pellets or oil, alongside a blend of malted and unmalted grains, and locally foraged plants and seaweed for flavour. Intriguingly, a ‘coolship’ – an open-topped copper vessel for brewing Belgian lambic-style ‘wild beers’ – was also present. These beers ferment by absorbing ambient yeasts before ageing in old cider casks. The first two batches were scheduled for bottling by Christmas. For our immediate needs, we acquired some cloudy but light Table Beer, Futtle’s original ale, to accompany our festive feast.
Our culinary odyssey concluded with a solitary mile to the idyllic fishing harbour of St Monans. There, set into the harbour wall, was a pastel blue, two-storey building: East Pier Smokehouse. Lashed by waves on one side, this acclaimed yet accessible seafood restaurant offered a fitting finale. In the dining room and on the panoramic roof deck, they serve freshly landed mackerel, langoustines, and lobster, caught just yards away. The menu also features Cullen skink, crab, sea bass, octopus, and more, with takeaway options available if the kitchen can manage. Chef and co-owner James Robb modestly refers to the restaurant as “a small, simple affair,” but its most unique feature is certainly the traditional smoker, no larger than a cupboard, that opens directly onto the street. In use since the 1940s, its walls are now encrusted with tar. A pair of angled channels at the bottom are where Robb burns oak and beech sawdust for 36 to 48 hours – weather permitting – to cold-smoke West Coast salmon. Compared to modern smoking machines, it’s an exceptionally fickle, old-school approach that sometimes requires midnight check-ups. However, Robb has mastered the process, producing both traditional and a striking burgundy-hued, beetroot-cured salmon for restaurant service and direct public sale.
I was treated to a plate of this exquisite salmon, served with bread, butter, lemon, and capers. The flavour was sweet, smoky, and firm – quite simply, the finest I have ever tasted. It was the perfect culmination to our ten-ingredient Christmas dinner, a collection of flavours and experiences born in Scotland and delivered, in part, by a remarkable machine from Munich.
As we reflect on this unique expedition, the true spirit of a Scottish Christmas feast emerged – one that embraces local produce, traditional methods, and the joy of discovery. The BMW M3 CS Touring, far from being an indulgence, proved to be an indispensable tool, enabling us to connect with the heart of Scotland’s culinary landscape.
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