Driving Scotland’s Festive Bounty: A BMW M3 CS Touring Christmas Culinary Expedition
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The Yuletide season in the United States often conjures images of festive markets, twinkling lights, and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. But for those of us who appreciate the journey as much as the destination, the true magic lies in the pursuit of those iconic festive ingredients, sourced directly from their artisans. This past holiday season, I embarked on a unique adventure, a culinary quest across the diverse landscapes of Scotland, all from the commanding seat of a BMW M3 CS Touring. This wasn’t just about acquiring a Christmas dinner; it was about experiencing the soul of Scottish produce, meticulously gathered with the precision and exhilaration only a performance estate car can deliver.
For many, the holiday feast is a familiar ritual, a carefully curated menu perfected over generations. Yet, the allure of sourcing ingredients directly from the source—from the farm to the table—offers a profound connection to the food we consume. This year, my partner in this endeavor, photographer Max Edleston, and I were tasked with an ambitious undertaking: to assemble a complete three-course Christmas feast, complete with all the trimmings and libations, from scratch, north of the Scottish border. With a mere two days at our disposal, the choice of transport became paramount. A flimsy roadster simply wouldn’t suffice for the extensive culinary haul, nor would it offer the composure needed to navigate Scotland’s often unpredictable winter weather. The need for both capacious practicality and spirited performance was evident.
Enter the BMW M3 CS Touring. This extraordinary machine, with its 1510 litres of cargo space (seats folded), a blistering 0-62mph sprint in 3.5 seconds, and an unfettered top speed of 186mph, coupled with its sophisticated switchable all-wheel-drive system, presented itself as the near-perfect co-pilot for our mission. It’s a vehicle that blurs the lines between track-honed aggression and everyday usability, a sentiment that would prove invaluable as we navigated from the bustling outskirts of Edinburgh towards the serene beauty of Loch Leven.
The M3 CS Touring isn’t just a station wagon; it’s a statement of intent. Generously appointed with a plush leather interior, this five-seat behemoth boasts a specification sheet that reads like a motorsport enthusiast’s dream. With a potent 543 horsepower on tap, an increase of 20bhp over its predecessor, it features lightweight carbonfibre panels, a 3D-printed cylinder head, a feather-light crankshaft, and suspension components enhanced with rose joints and fluid circuits designed to withstand the most extreme G-forces. This is a car built for the Nürburgring, yet surprisingly adept at the mundane.
Our initial leg on the M90 offered a tranquil introduction. The specialized titanium silencer, remarkably muted at the touch of a button, allowed for a hushed cabin, punctuated only by a subtle road noise from the Michelin Pilot Sport 4 S tires – 19-inch at the front and 20-inch at the rear – a characteristic that varied with road surface. Even as we ventured off the main thoroughfare onto the narrow, damp, yet delightfully smooth B934, winding through the verdant, Seussian landscapes of Glen Devon and Dunning Glen, the M3 Touring performed with effortless grace. In its gentlest automatic gearbox mode, the eight-speed ZF torque converter delivered seamlessly timed shifts, and despite its considerable width, the ultra-precise steering allowed for uncanny accuracy, easily navigating the tight bends while keeping a watchful eye on any leaping red squirrels.
Our first destination was the impressive facility of Simon Howie Butchers on the outskirts of Dunning, adjacent to Mr. Howie’s idyllic farmhouse. This is a true Scottish success story, originating from a humble village butcher shop to now operating two branches and supplying major supermarkets across the UK. Notably, they are the nation’s largest producer of haggis, churning out an astonishing 1.3 million units between Christmas and Burns Night alone.
While Mr. Howie was away, operations manager Robbie Crook graciously guided us through their operation. Our first stop was the “pudding room,” where the rich aroma of black pudding filled the air, a prelude to the main event: haggis. This iconic Scottish dish, a hearty blend of minced pork, beef, and lamb offal, oatmeal, barley, and a secret mix of seasonings, forms the robust backbone of our festive menu. Simon Howie also offers gluten-free and vegetarian versions, with Crook noting the latter often serves as a “gateway haggis” for the uninitiated. Their haggis balls, battered and breadcrumbed for a delightful crunch, are a popular Christmas starter, promising to be the perfect foundation for our meal.
Moving to the sweet and smoke-infused bacon room, Crook explained their artisanal approach to pigs in blankets. Streaky pork belly is hand-rubbed with a dry cure, aged for up to ten days, then expertly smoked for four to six hours over wood chips. These succulent strips are then machine-sliced and artfully wrapped around pork chipolatas, creating the quintessential festive side dish. With these two crucial elements secured, we re-entered the M3 as the wind intensified and rain began to lash down. The hedgerow-hugging B-road led us across a swollen River Earn, its waters alive with salmon making their determined journey upstream. The canopied stretches of road began to shed branches, and water collected along the verges – a stark reminder that this was no weather for a lightweight sports car.
Here, the BMW M3 CS Touring truly showcased its mettle. The rear-biased, yet fully variable, multi-plate clutch-based M xDrive system handled the challenging conditions with remarkable composure. It faithfully delivered all the requested power, confidently carving through arcs without a hint of instability. The only moment of apprehension arose when encountering standing water, where the CS exhibited a touch of skittishness. Despite being on the least track-focused of the available tire options, they were clearly being pushed beyond their optimal operating parameters in such adverse conditions.
We bypassed Crieff, ascending into the rugged beauty of the Sma’ Glen, adorned with crimson ferns and heather, before reaching an exposed, fast-paced upland section towards Amulree. Here, the M3’s adaptive suspension, set to its supplest mode, provided a comfortable ride, though a noticeable reactivity was present over a few bumpy sections during the descent into Dunkeld.
Despite the sodden conditions, Dunkeld proved to be a picturesque gem. Thomas Telford’s seven-arch bridge gracefully spans the handsome River Tay, leading us into the tiny, ancient town. Tucked away on a narrow lane, near the 700-year-old cathedral, we found the perfect spot for our sweet course: The Clootie Dumpling cafe.
Mike and Jacinta Cairney’s establishment specializes in the eponymous Scottish spiced cake, meticulously prepared to the treasured recipe of Mike’s mother, affectionately known as Granny Margaret. “Mum would make clootie dumpling for our birthday tea, with a 10 pence piece inside,” Mike reminisces. “If there was any left, she’d fry it up the next morning with bacon and eggs, haggis, black pudding, and Lorne sausage.” This nostalgic experience is a cornerstone of the cafe’s appeal, drawing customers seeking that comforting taste of childhood. Clootie dumplings are also a beloved staple at weddings, Christmas, and Hogmanay celebrations.
Jacinta eloquently described their traditional process. A dry mixture of flour, fat, breadcrumbs, raisins, sultanas, brown and white sugar, ginger, and spices is combined with treacle, eggs, and milk, all beaten by hand. A linen cloth – a ‘cloot’ – is then boiled and lightly floured, forming the dumpling’s characteristic chewy skin. The batter is poured into the prepared cloot, tied securely, and the entire concoction is boiled for a substantial four hours. The result, a generous, warm slice served with cream, was a revelation – significantly mellower and lighter than traditional Christmas pudding. We departed with a substantial half clootie dumpling, a testament to its delightful flavor and texture.
In the full throes of storm conditions, we navigated east towards Angus on saturated country roads. The standing water was so prevalent that it felt as though we were piloting an ekranoplan rather than a performance car. The subsequent 36 miles were a slow, deliberate crawl through 200-meter visibility, the 3.0-litre straight-six engine’s twin 2.1-bar turbos reduced to a mere whisper.
Our spirits lifted upon arrival at South Powrie Farm, just north of Dundee, where we were warmly welcomed by Thomas and Susannah Pate. Their farm is one of a select few across the United Kingdom entrusted with raising the prized KellyBronze breed of turkey, renowned for its superior flavor. The Pates typically raise 600 turkeys, each arriving as day-old chicks small enough to fit comfortably in the back of the M3. Our selection, however, was a substantial bird, capable of reaching up to 15kg. While we had planned to meet the flock, they were wisely seeking shelter from the torrent in their field enclosure. We arranged to return the following morning, hoping for a break in the clouds.
At 8 am the next day, we were greeted by a chaotic symphony of clucks, squawks, and yelps as the remarkably inquisitive turkeys initiated a waddling sprint to greet us in their two-acre expanse of woodland and long grass. Their plumage was indeed a spectacle, a deep brown with iridescent, almost rainbow-like sheens. The adolescent males sported prominent snoods and wattles – fleshy appendages above and below their beaks – and proudly displayed their tail feathers. Interestingly, gender proved no predictor of social standing; dominance was determined by a literal pecking order, with more assertive individuals nipping at the feathers of their subordinates. One particularly ambitious bird even showed an interest in my wellington boots, followed by a tentative nibble at my leg – a clear indication of their inquisitive nature. In the meantime, we carefully secured a whole, frozen turkey for our culinary journey.
In the immediate lead-up to Christmas, the Pates sell fresh turkeys directly to the public from their farm and at designated collection points along the east coast. One such location also cultivates and sells vegetables, providing our next destination. We crossed the Tay Road Bridge into Fife, and at last, the M3 was presented with an opportunity to truly stretch its legs.
In its most aggressive engine mode, the CS operates primarily below 3000rpm, but beyond that threshold, acceleration becomes so forceful and relentless it feels almost exponential. With the exhaust flaps open, rising revs unleash an ever-louder bass rumble and a mounting inductive aggression – dramatic, certainly, though not quite spine-tingling. The sweeping A92 became a playground for the M3, its pace and balance allowing it to seamlessly meld with the road surface.
On more technical minor roads, the M3 was admittedly less at ease, exhibiting some cornering inertia and a reduced level of suppleness. Nevertheless, the experience remained riotous, with the deeply bolstered bucket seats providing steadfast support, keeping us firmly in place.
With the CS thoroughly warmed, we parked it outside Pittormie Fruit Farm, a compact, 35-acre operation managed by Euan Cameron and his family. Though their shop was shuttered after a busy summer of fruit sales, the honesty box at the egg shed continued to jingle with the steady supply of winter vegetables, also distributed to restaurants and greengrocers. Cameron embraces a refreshingly laissez-faire approach to cultivation, employing minimal fertilizers, no fungicides, and no irrigation. He expresses a distinct disdain for the conformity and lack of seasonality often found in supermarket produce. “I don’t force things,” he states plainly. “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 for us a well-stocked “sprout tree” of the Bosworth variety, laden with firm, green nuggets of festive joy. Cameron then expertly pulled an unfamiliar, purple-green mass of leaves from the soil – Kalette, a hybrid of Brussels sprout and kale, whose florets cook to a delightful crisp, offering a nutty alternative for those who find traditional sprouts unappealing.
We were also in the ideal location for potatoes. Utilizing an old harvester that Cameron had ingeniously re-engineered himself, a modest two-acre plot yields an impressive 22 varieties, many of them niche. His top recommendations for roasting are drier types, including Kerrs Pink and Golden Wonder, but the waxier Wilja is his personal favorite (prepared boiled, oiled, and air-fried). Along with a few carrots, we loaded a generous bag through the BMW’s rear hatch.
With tomatoes and apples for snacking en route, we continued south across Fife’s characteristic rolling farmland, navigating gorse-lined B-roads. The consistently faithful steering proved most effective in its heavier, more intuitive Sport mode; the lightness of Comfort mode felt mismatched with the car’s considerable size and weight. We were carrying a good pace, and the middle of the three gearbox settings, in both automatic and manual modes, proved optimal. In automatic, it maintained sufficient revs without unnecessarily lingering in the upper reaches, while in manual, it responded with enough alacrity without the full-body convulsions experienced in the most aggressive shifting mode. The optional, £8800 carbon-ceramic brakes were both easily modulated and thoroughly ruthless when required.
The main coastal road eventually halted our path, leading us to a converted stone stable block that now houses Futtle Brewery. The brewery’s name itself, an onomatopoeic Scots word for pebbles being thrashed by the surf, hints at its connection to the coast. The expansive, open room is dominated by stainless steel fermenters brewing high-quality, unfiltered organic lagers, wheat beers, spelt beers, and pale ales. In a corner, Ethan Russell Hogg expertly tended the bar, curating the vinyl selection. “Our beers are fresh and different, and take a long time to brew – six to eight weeks, sometimes more – which results in a higher-quality beer,” he explained. Unusually, they utilize raw, whole-leaf hops rather than pellets or oil, combined with a blend of malted and unmalted grains, and locally foraged plants and seaweed for added flavor complexity. Intriguingly, a ‘coolship’ – an open-topped copper vessel – is employed for brewing Belgian lambic-style ‘wild beers,’ which ferment by absorbing airborne yeasts before aging in old cider casks. The first two batches were slated for bottling by Christmas. For our feast, we selected some cloudy yet light Table Beer, Futtle’s original ale.
Our journey culminated with a solitary mile to the idyllic fishing harbor of St Monans, arriving at a pastel blue, two-story building nestled into the harbor wall. Lashed by waves on one side, East Pier Smokehouse is an acclaimed yet refreshingly accessible seafood restaurant. In their dining room and panoramic roof deck, they serve mackerel, langoustines, and lobster, all landed just yards away, alongside traditional Cullen skink, crab, sea bass, and octopus. Takeaway options are available, provided the kitchen’s capacity allows. Chef and co-owner James Robb modestly refers to the restaurant as “a small, simple affair,” but this description perfectly captures its most unique feature: a traditional smoker, no larger than a cupboard, that opens directly onto the street. In use since the 1940s, its walls are now deeply encrusted with tar. At the bottom, a pair of angled channels serve as the hearth where Robb burns oak and beech sawdust for 36 to 48 hours – depending on the weather – to cold-smoke West Coast salmon. Compared to modern smoking machines, this is an exceptionally fickle, old-school approach that occasionally necessitates midnight check-ups. However, Robb has mastered the process to produce both traditional and a striking burgundy-hued, beetroot-cured salmon, available for both restaurant service and direct sale to the public.
I was treated to a plate of this exquisite salmon, served with bread, butter, lemon, and capers. The taste was a sublime balance of sweetness, smokiness, and a firm texture – unequivocally the finest I have ever encountered. It was a fitting and delicious conclusion to our ten-component Christmas dinner, a feast meticulously crafted in Scotland and express-delivered, in spirit, by Munich’s finest engineering.
As the holiday season draws to a close, the memories of this culinary pilgrimage remain vivid. If you, too, are inspired to explore the artisanal producers of your region or perhaps embark on your own flavor-finding expedition, consider the vehicle that can enhance such an experience. Discover how the unparalleled blend of performance, practicality, and precision engineering in vehicles like the BMW M3 CS Touring can elevate your next journey, whether it’s for festive ingredients or everyday adventures.
