My grandparents recently splashed out on a new living room carpet. The old one was a migraine-inducing blend of brown and orange and probably hadn't been changed since the seventies.
To be in the food industry means long, unsociable hours, not a lot of time off and having to deal with the pesky general public. It seems such a romantic ideal to run a pub or restaurant with one's partner as then time at work is also time together. Could I work with Mr Kerry as well as live with him? Absolutely not; but for some couples it is the perfect set up.
The concept of "street food" is becoming more and more trendy and earning its own place in culinary respectability. Its becoming a stamp of authenticity for a cuisine and conjures up thoughts of colourful market stalls in hot climates, serving barbecued meats and fresh juices to passers by. Can it really taste the same though, taken out of its setting and served inside a little terraced restaurant in St Andrews?
Mothers' Day for me conjures up thoughts of daffodils, bunnies and hyacinths - spring has usually sprung and the lambs are starting to appear.
The eating establishment at number 2 Whitehall Crescent has changed multiple times over the last few years - The Tasting Rooms, True Pizza then True Kitchen. So I waited a while before venturing into The Bird and Bear, just in case it was gone again before The Courier went to print.
I first visited the Newport not long after it opened and I can remember how I felt when I tasted the warm bread dipped in the decadent salt cod brandade. I recall how excited I was by the menu and how much I ordered as I just couldn't decide between the tasting plates.
Rama Thai is in a fabulous location and one of the first buildings you see when crossing the Tay Road Bridge from Fife. As it is now under new management, we felt it was our duty to go and sample their exotic delights.
I have driven past Taypark House many times but never ventured beyond the grand gate-posts. The gin bar tries to pull me in like a moth to a flame but thus far, I have resisted. This week though, Mr Kerry and I were having a family day and decided to take in the view of the Botanic Gardens while having a spot of lunch.
I didn't think I would ever reach the age when I fancied a drive in the country on a Sunday. This is something my grandparents do and I rib them for it regularly. But, alas, that time has come and as Mr Kerry and I wanted a nice cosy lunch somewhere with our wee one, we picked a restaurant that took us on to the stunning Perthshire back roads.
While perusing the end of the January sales in Dundee, a friend and I needed sustenance and we needed it badly. Bored with generic chain coffee shops and trying to stay relatively healthy, we headed to a newly revamped eatery on Union Street. We wanted something different, something to make us feel good, and I had high hopes for Marwick's. Oh, and did I mention it's vegan?