Off the Eaten Track
Lea Harris
Lea is passionate about the Scottish food scene - from farm to plate, she has an outstanding knowledge of producers, farmers' markets, artisan outlets and chefs.
A great cook, she sources locally and seasonally as possible.
Formally, the food editor of Instant magazine, Lea has gained an invaluable insight into the restaurant scene in Edinburgh and throughout Scotland. Today she writes for guidebooks, is a judge with The Scottish Hotel Awards and reviews food-led hotels in Scotland.
As a real foodie, she is continually sniffing out new food heroes to shout about.
Forgive me readers, I've been remiss ...
by Lea Harris on July 2nd 2010
It’s been hectic since February, being involved in judging for the Scottish Hotel Awards; wedding anniversary; mystery visit to a very nice country house hotel in North Yorkshire as well as my birthday staying at Northcote sampling Nigel Haworth’s Lancashire hotpot and Lisa Allen’s Great British Menu.
More recently, judging for the Great Taste Awards. I have many things to write about and I will start with 'The Book'.
It's out! It's finally been published and 'Taste Britain' – a foodies' guide, has hit the shelves. And why am I so pleased? Well, I was one of the twelve writers to contribute to what is essentially a food lover's travel guide around Britain, a celebration of our glorious food. This is the book I have waited all my life for – a book to be kept in the car to be dipped into on journeys across the UK.
CHOCKYWOCKY OOOH ERR
by Lea Harris on February 7th 2010
I’m not a great fan of commercial chocolate. Having said that, it is with a heavy heart to see one of our most iconic companies sell out to Kraft. We have all grown up with Cadbury’s purple wrappers and as a child, I would eat copious amounts of their confectionary; the other half still does while I savour, what he calls, ‘clever chocolate’.
Sneaking into the kitchen, quietly opening the cupboard, breaking a piece of dark gold from the bar, I happily let a lone square of single estate chocolate liquefy on my tongue. A guilty pleasure that has become part of my daily routine.