Anne Rice's Mayfair Witch series starts out with The Witching Hour and a Scottish Highland healer/midwife/witchy little girl named Suzanne. I don't remember how she portrayed Scotland but that is my first lucid memory of Scotland (soooooo it must have been pretty positive!). The prehistory-er in me fell for Lasher's history. Lasher was the taltos conjured by Suzanne. Read the series. I dare ya!!
I have always ben a fool for history, especially prehistory, so it was not long after devouring The Witching Hour that my mind wandered to Scotland's prehistoric events. Okay, so maybe while reading TWH. I hit the libraries up round here and old encyclopedias and dictionary word histories. I found myself trying to find little mentions of Scotland in everyday life, in movies, tv, song, book, etc., etc., etc. Pretty soon I had become a full fledged addict, a veritable Scot-a-holic.
When I first heard the buttery, homespun, completely devourable accent, my fate was sealed.
I saw this completely USED recipe on Pinterest and feel like this is why I need to go to Scotland. The pureness of feeding my soul by cooking there. Maybe not shortbread, because sweets are really not my thing, but meatloaf and gravy and garlicy rice and porridge . . .