Tartan Day, Is It?
MacEwan, Barony of Otter, Loch Fyne. Motto:”Grow Strong Again”.
When we lost the big house, they sold us out to the Campbells. Bastards. Anyways, I’ve slogged my arse through the gorse and sheep droppings to take photos of the few stones left of the castle. The reward being the hospitality of the Scottish innkeepers, who opened a room for me to rest and warm my soaked, freezing bones. And poured continuous rounds of pints of the family elixir, MacEwan’s Tartan Ale. (We’ve both their Tartan and India Pale in the fridge as I write~Ebola lives and breathes his heritage.) I’ve heard the ghosts at Culloden playing the pipes at three in the morning, had the lady of the house save me a breakfast egg and seen the mist at St. Andrews, while asking ‘so where’s the golf course?’ Oh, I love it there.
But the food does suck.
But at least the Campbells make decent soup…….
[runs for door…..]
At least the MacEwan tartan is halfway attractive. My clan, Montgomery, has a perfectly hideous purple and yellow one. No wonder they all left for America.
I actually liked the food in Scotland. I remember that it consisted largely of chips and peas, “salad cream” (mayonnaise), and prawn crisps. Yum!
Au contraire, my dear sister-in-law. When I was in Scotland, my diet consisted entirely of chips and peas, “salad cream” (mayonnaise), pate sandwiches, and prawn crisps. Yum!
Darlin’ Sue, I despise peas. I broke down and had Wimpie Burgers (“American Style Hamburgers” not) after days of subsisting on chips with salt and malt. My problem was general American intractability, I think. We can stumble into a restaurant at damn near any time of the day and order. These folks rolled up the sidewalk after every meal, so I got the last bits on the grill if I scored anything at all. I do distinctly remember a wonderful cheddar and butter sandwich bought from a vendor outside Dunvegan Castle. So yummy, I got a couple more for the drive back to the ferry.
What is this “halfway attractive” crap?
I do remember an extremely good Indian place in Edinburgh…the most common solution to the threat of British “food.”
My mother was a macewan and i think that the tartan is good (i used to have a blanket made from it)