It still stings, even after all this time. The table cloths were crisp and white, the frock perfect, the back-ground tinkle and hum sophisticated and the waiter attentive. Or at least he was. “I think we’ll have a bottle of the soave (pronounced to rhyme with Hove) thanks.” The sneer was fleeting, but it signalled […]
I love my children very much, but I wish they’d stop giving me rubbish
50 Shades of Mince – Family Supper at the Fisher’s Hotel, Pitlochry
How can I cure a picky eater?
Food, for me, is one of life’s joys. I’ve never understood pickiness, it’s all marvellous to me. A decade or so ago, I fully anticipated family meals of the future where my children happily tucked in to whatever tasty treat I’d rustled up, turning their noses up at breadcrumbed pap in favour of sophisticated flavours. […]
