The idea of two young people travelling across Scotland in search of its culinary history - both ancient and modern - has a certain romance.
It seems appropriate that it is Glasgow, rather than Edinburgh, that has taken it upon itself to mount the UK's first grassroots food festival and producers' market with a genuine social conscience.
IN some ways, they're a match made in heaven.
It is odd to see David Craig in the kitchen of his new cafe, all dressed up in chef's blacks.
The arrival of a pop-up porridge cafe in London's trendy Shoreditch, and the media hype surrounding it, has exposed a couple of raw nerves north of the border.
Farmers' markets are taking such a thumping that I wasn't surprised by a newspaper headline quoting an Edinburgh chef who claimed that they were "dreadful" and sold only "posh" produce at rip-off prices.
A GLASGOW taxi driver remarked the other day on how the city-centre streets had changed over the past few years.
It used to be that if you wanted your dinner guests to indulge in a bit of heated debate and conversation over their chilli and red wine, you painted the walls of your dining room red.