Local Produce: Scotland, The Journey Begins

It's been a long time. I know. I'm a blogger failure. Alas, that is my reality and I shall push on as if it isn't true!

SO. Let me tell you about my travels to Scotland this summer and my beautiful friend's wedding. That will make you like me again. I hope.

Scotland, as we know from my Glasgow post, is one of my favorite places to be. I went to Uni there, I lived there, I have some of the closest and best friends in the world there- it's my special place. Should you travel there? YES.

One of my dearest and bestest friends got married this summer in Perth, Scotland and I eagerly jumped on a plane and flew across to celebrate. But, before I headed north for the wedding, I decided to spend a few days in Edinburgh with another bestest friend and celebrate my birthday, a momentous occasion.

Traveling is expensive and I had just been in London, so in an effort to save money, I did the many stop-over option, which is just never worth it. Pay the extra moolah and have one stop maximum, if you can. However, one of my stops was Paris, which is never that bad.

Birthday chocolates... :)

Paris, chocolate, and an incredibly cute boy I sat next to flying to Edinburgh, got my birthday off to a glorious start. And when I landed, I got to meet and snuggle with my friend's new baby who just happens to share my name....

Erin & Erin. Together at last.

Lots of cuddles and kisses and eventually a walk around Edinburgh.

She loves the view.

Because they're such lovely friends they came with me to the Museum of Modern Art.

"Everything is going to be Alright" Indeed.

I was excited to be here. As was Erin #2 (we share similar thoughts). The rest... well, much giggling and 'I'm sorry but how is that art?!' ensued and honestly, when we got to a room that stank and was full of sculptures that were created from urinating on snow, I stopped defending. I mean, really....

A quick nap (which consisted of me falling on the bed fully dressed) and a lovely wakeup ('Alright, up, that's enough sleeping) we headed out for my Birthday Dinner. I would tell you where it was but I don't remember, on a cobblestone street if that helps you.

Delicious food. So yummy. You really should go eat here.

We began with Haggis on a potato cake with balsamic tomato jam.

Followed by gnocchi in pesto, tomatoes and artichokes.

Followed by Pork Belly (a weakness of mine) with honey and pureed turnips.

Finally, Hake (or Turbot) over a lobster risotto.

A perfect birthday meal. Even Erin came for a bit, but she said 'People, I am tired and not at the age I appreciate adult dinners. I would like to go home please.' (I interpret her cries into English).