Edinburgh Interiors #2

Dear Reader,

I have a cousin who when he was young had a number of food allergies. I can remember the rest of the grandkids eagerly going after some holiday snack while he held back and asked my mom, "will that make me itch?"

Given my current paranoia about possible negative reactions to all things edible, a surprising number of my recent posts have been about cooking or restaurants. Evidence of food on the mind, I suppose.

This post continues the pattern as tonight I joined 7 other diners at Charlie and Evelyn's Table, an Edinburgh supper club. As I'm traveling, the best parts of this for me were a) they take eating preferences (e.g. an aversion to eggplant and gluten intolerance) seriously when they select a menu and b) it's a chance to have dinner out but not alone! Tonight's guests were 3 transplanted English, 1 Irish, 3 Scottish and me. The menu (which you won't be able to read in the photo) also included fried haggis balls, which fortunately (or not, depending on your attitude toward haggis) aren't included in my gluten free diet.

~~ LeAn

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