If you go in to a pub in Glasgow and see an item at the foot of the menu saying A Glasgow Salad.
Do not for one moment think this is a beautiful concoction of fruit and veg lovingly dressed and prepared for healthy consumption.
Glasgow working class tradition, dictates that we don’t do salad.
Our diet is historically influenced by tough working conditions and terrible weather, giving the need to eat carbs for energy or stay warm.
Salad? No chance!
A Glasgow Salad is a plate of chips .. Or as you may know them fries .. not to be confused with crisps, which come from bags in the supermarket.
We really are an unhealthy lot, heart attack capital of the world, but it’s changing, we are improving, it takes time, generations for the old to die out to be replaced by a more educated youth.
As a bhoy in Glasgow, we were poor .. Not going to blab on about it, but 5 boys, mum and dad all living in one bedroom apartment with no indoor toilet facilities is barbaric by today’s standards.
Food was mainly the Scottish traditions of mince and tatties, stovies, or in the summer, chips and corn beef.
We didn’t need no stinking salad!
Well occasionally, my dad would have salad, Lettuce, tomato, onions, carrots and maybe some ham or a boiled egg .. And no dressing in sight.
Definitely not exciting in a gastronomic sense!
But things change .. Not only do our tastes change, but the availability of food from other parts of the world, influenced by people who have migrated to our city has improved the choice significantly.
Take today lunch .. Pictured above .. A delicious combination of Moroccan chickpeas, noodles, sweet potato and coleslaw.
We would never had that when I was a kid, it wasn’t even available then and is so much more nutritious than the traditional working mans lunch of a fish supper from the chippy.
I spent lunch with a Sikh colleague of mine, just the two of us, so I took the opportunity to ask about the traditional Sikh five articles of faith and if had any difficulties getting his Kirpan through airport security on his weekly commute from London.
Like us Scot’s he still holds to his Punjabi traditions but embraces the culture he lives with, loves a beer and wants to go to see Celtic play in The Champions League.
I love that, celebrating the old and embracing the new.
Like my lunch, Glasgow really is a great big melting pot.