A PIECE and chips on a Sunday night…the smell of mince and tatties in the close…and those awful school dinners...
On a sunny afternoon in her Castlemilk garden, Bridget Crossan is remembering happy times with family and friends. These are stories that make you laugh out loud, that can bring a tear to your eye, and food is always the essential ingredient.
“Food brings people together,” she smiles. “I can still remember sitting round the table squabbling with my brothers and sisters, and my dad saying ‘who ate ma ootsider?’ or ‘yer no movin’ until ye eat aw that’.