Fish & Chips is a must have on a trip to Great Britain. And while they’re served at every establishment under the English, Welsh and Scottish suns, I’m very choosy about where I order them. I have a one order per trip limit, so I try to find the best plate I can.
The masterpiece you see above is from The Invergarry Hotel, located in the village of the same name, which comes from the Scots Gaelic for “Mouth of the River Garry.” Continue reading
We’re just back from vacation, where we spent 2+ weeks traveling Scotland. First on a boat, journeying from Inverness to Ft. William and back again along the Caledonian Canal. From there, we drove south into Perthshire, the heart of Scotland’s golf country, and home to some world famous distilleries as well. We ended with 3 nights in Edinburgh, a city I loved even more the second time.
We’ve both come back refreshed and invigorated…and vowing to eat more fresh food, inspired by the fabulous Scottish food scene, which is all about local, seasonal and delicious. Fried Mars Bars are a thing of the past, thank goodness.
Welcome to installment three of my short snippets of fiction here on Island Vittles! This one takes us in a bit of a different direction today, but rest assured it will all come together…I just haven’t quite figured out how yet.
This one introduces us to René. You’ll discover he’s not in the same time or place as Faith at this point…any ideas when or where he is?
I hope you enjoy it, as well as the Gumbo & Andouille recipes. Constructive feedback is always welcome. Please feel free to leave a comment below.
You were all so kind and had such nice things to say the last time that I’m back to post another installment in my tale about a chef, her life and her food. This little story actually takes place before Stinging Nettle Saag Paneer Pizza, and gives you an insight into what Faith is like in her element: a small, steamy restaurant kitchen.
I’d love to hear what you think! Leave a comment if you like…
Please note this story contains coarse language…as does every story to ever come out of a professional kitchen. ;)
It’s the start of something new here on IV! This is the first of a number (I hope) of short stories/vignettes that I have been writing about a chef, her life and her food. I’m not sure where these are going, but I’ve been driven to try my hand at fiction for several months now, and this is my first effort. I hope you like it, and I hope you take the chance to try making this delicious fusion pizza.
Leave a comment if you like!
One more casserole and she was going to hurl. Nanna had been gone for three weeks, but Faith had barely made a dent in the cache of tuna noodle, turkey tetrazzini and veggie lasagna, stocked, by well-meaning islanders, in the ancient deep freeze out on the back porch. Continue reading
