My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.
This crazy thing called love...
My dad loved to laugh. He was very funny and very silly.
Once I turned 35, I got the bonus of some wisdom and began to accept life on its own terms.
If I went by all the rejection I've had in my career, I should have given up a long time ago.
Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being. And a subtle flavour - we're more like celery as a flavour.