Ok, we bumped around Edinburgh on Wednesday, had lunch at Martin Wishart in Leith, down by the water, and what a lunch, oh what a lunch, so delcious, so other worldly, it's all so downhill after that. Could be anywhere in the world, and here it is in Edinburgh for us to indulge ourselves. My lunch was celeriac and saffron veloute with confit of organic salmon, (pictured) teamed with 2008 Pouilly Fume, J Pabiot, Loire Valley, France then steamed seabream on a bed of julienne of glazed vegetables, straw potato, warm vinaigrette, along with a 2006 Cotes de Provence, Rimauresq Cru Classe, France. I'm drunk by this time and of course I have to eat dessert, which I usually don't, but here, you must so I choose mango souffle with exotic fruit sorbet.
What do you say to a rainbow? A hurricane? The way the stars shine in the sky? How does one express the delicate nature of the flavors, the professional behavior of the very young adult wait staff? Superb, sublime, heaven.
Fast Forward through the end of the Scotland trip, up to San Francisco for the Meals on Wheels Charity Gala which raised 1.2 million for San Francisco Seniors, and right into packing for the big move to LA. Green boxes everywhere, and between Tom and me, there are 58 boxes of books. Does anybody care when you are moving? Oh no, everybody backs away, says call me when you get there. OK, I can deal with it. One more day. 
Here she is, inviting me to add watercolor to the paper and make some marks that attempt to look like flowers. Such fun. Such terror. Such a complete other world apart while the oil is being spilt in the gulf, the ash is spewing from Iceland and the film festival rocks on in the Cote d'Azur. We make marks and discuss the upcoming UK election and weave our lives inside each others. 
Imagine, driving up the hill to get your eggs, taking what you need, and depositing your money in an honesty box. That's the way to shop at Kellie Castle, Fife Scotland, and the drive back down the hill gives a spectacular view of Bass Rock, the Firth of Forth and the Isle of May. 
OMG, here is a judged television show that certainly rivals American Idol. It's We're off to see the Wizard, with contestants competing to be THE Dorothy, judged by a panel, and the last word going to none other than ANDREW LLOYD WEBER, who sits in the foreground on his throne. Incredibly talented 18 year old girls singing major musical hits and selling it. Mr. Simon Cowles has NOTHING on ALW. This is like Oz on steroids. On the night of elimination, the loser sits on a moon and is taken away while the crowd waves goodbye. Only in the UK.
