Let My People Go!....and buy them a tasty meal.

My sister has returned from her honeymoon in Scotland. (A day before the beautiful postcard of St. Margaret’s Chapel.) She was, as in the past, underwhelmed by the food. This time she said it was just awful. Everywhere. Everytime. Oh, well, that’s our heritage. (along with Irish and English, which is not exactly fabulous cuisine, either.)
I don’t think people go to Scotland for the food....