Why is it so difficult to write about food? No. I don't mean it's difficult in the sense I can't find things to write. I say difficult in the sense that there is way too much to write, to share, to praise, to describe, to... you get the drift.
A long time ago - when I was a grumpy 5 year old and my sister a teenager - maa and baba told us:
"Whenever you visit a new place, you must devote time to the local food. Explore. Enjoy. What you see and what you taste will help make your memories stronger."
This bit of wisdom had been delivered over plates of piping hot pav bhaji after a long day of exploring Bombay.
Needless to say, we sisters have lived by this mantra. From gorging on gyros in the lanes of Athens, eating frog legs in the streets of Thailand, chomping on banana stem cutlets in Kolkata and enjoying a lavish English breakfast in a castle, our memories of travel are tied with food.
My week-long trip to Scotland was another such experience. Whenever the family plans a trip, yours truly is charged with making a list of 'places to visit' and 'things to eat'. Need I say why it is the latter that always gets done first? The same happened before my trip to Scotland. Only this time, while making that second list, I stumbled upon a few magical phrases like 'food tours', 'Harry Potter', 'local gin' and 'whisky'.Here is a quick (or not) account of all things food that I experienced in Scotland.
Walking, talking and thinking food