It may be that “Biology is Destiny”, but geography is cuisine. Rocky islands in the hostile north Atlantic don't tolerate the pickiness of mediterranean climes. In a land with three harvests a year, inhabitants can afford to ask “is it kosher?” and discard whatever is not. In gentle warm valleys where a harvest is virtually assured, inhabitants can choose their crop for aesthetics and scorn what they choose not to grow. In the wealthy industrialized West inhabitants can worry about getting too much(!), and scorn food for its very richness. But in the Hebrides or Cape Breton, folk who chose to thrive learned to ask only “does it provide calories?”. Our dishes do not provide culinary adventures. The land itself provides enough adventure: traditional Scottish food provides nourishment and comfort. And as traditional Gaelic wisdom reminds us,