I'm all stewed up

I'm a big fan of the stew, particularly in winter, but have never owned one of those lovely french cast iron pots. So in this winter of discontent, I decided that one of them must be mine. Several forays into the posh cooking shops .... sorry love we have sold out. My nasty cheap pot went in the council clean-up ... you know when your rubbish is rubbish if no-one picks it up before the council truck comes.

I had to drop someone at the hated shopping mall close to K-mart and thought that I might look in there and there it was!!! Cheap copy of my holy grail reduced from $79 to $24. With some trepidation the purchase was made. A small mountain of chicken thigh chops from dubious chicken shop plus a small mountain of organic garlic yielded a small ocean of Chicken with forty cloves of garlic - well it was closer to one hundred. It was good, but I was over it by the fourth meal. The pot though was a delight... even though it takes two people to lift it.

I went back to the dreaded mall and happily bought another four pots.... thus saving myself at least $220. Nowhere to store them in my house, they took up residence in the boot of my car.
Plan was I could happily stew away the winter and bestow my friends with a pot of fine food and they would not have to return the dishes. Call me a little OCD. A second foray with chicken with 40 cloves of garlic ended up with me with maybe food poisoning... the pot takes hours to cool down...and yes I have that sorted now.... chicken went to landfill. (would have made great compost maybe). The next urge was rendang. Yet another massive pot, but this went to a very good home and no food poisoning.
As it was the long weekend, I made a little trip along the flash new bypass to the ferry road markets and what should I see, but the most beautiful veal shanks since living in Norwood in close proximity to Italian butchers. Monday was spent in the happy company of slow cooking Osso Bucco. Gave the pot and some of its contents to a friend... whose kids were not at all impressed by my quite gentle gremolata. She has been very polite and says that it is OK and I must say that I found sucking the marrow out of the small bones creepy but enormously energising.
So here's the thing.... only 2 more pots. One went in its box as a birthday present.... (vegetarian and the carnivorous sands has problems with vege stews) I went to my fav butcher on Thursday and he had hogget chops for a miserly amount of money. (about a 1/4 of the price of the veal bones)
So I need a recipe for slow cooked hogget chops with a Turkish feel. I love older sheep meat and want to treat it well. Any help would be appreciated.