Wednesday 25 January 2012

If music be the food of love

I tweet. A lot. I've been lucky enough to come across some excellent food writers and bloggers in the twittersphere. 

One which had really stood out for me is
Food Glorious Foods by @rachaelhogg. Rachael regularly includes the music which inspires her food or accompanies her cooking.
Music was my first love and has shaped who I am. Being the youngest of three sisters I spent my first years in double figures eavesdropping on Pearl Jam (food association coincidental), Nirvana, Alanis Morissette and other think-rock blasting from behind closed bedroom doors. At the age of 15 I began my gigging odyssey, the rest is history... 

So, where food and words combine for me, Rachael has added that third dimension and landed a spot-on combination. Inevitably, this has made me think about the relationship between my food and music and specifically, music to accompany my cooking.

My musical journey


In my formative years, music was a discovery. I was as happy listening to
Ace of Base and Celine Dion (come on, I'm trying to be honest here) as to Blur or Rage Against the Machine. As time moved on I became hugely passionate, some might say obsessive, about particular bands (one in particular - I've seen the Manic Street Preachers well over 30 times).

At university, this continued to shape my personality. I met a boyfriend and together we began to expand the types of music we listened to. Every Wednesday I would attend my favourite indie night, Popscene at Clwb Ifor Bach, and shake my thing til 4am.

In the few years following university my life took a number of twists and turns, and with it my musical preferences. A new life in Bristol has offered me a place to call home for the last four years and, after years of squirming between extremes, I've settled on who I am and what I want from life.

Sonic suppers


I'm at my happiest cooking in the kitchen, listening to music; occasionally being twirled around in my apron by Rich.


On week nights I almost always cook from scratch so I tend to be in the kitchen for long enough to bother turning on a particular song or station.

Right now I listen to a lot of
Jo Whiley on Radio 2. Like me, it feels like she's finally found a place to be herself in this slot. No more banging on about how much she really LOVES drum and bass (she can leave that nonsense to Fearne Cotton). She mixes old and new; comfort songs from my childhood (e.g. Fleetwood Mac), new music (for my 6music injection) and something in-between (like Popscene club staples, Pulp). 

But for those long cooks - the roast dinners, the tagines, the slow cookers - my default setting is the parents' playlist: the umbilical cord of music. Songs from my childhood. Songs full of memory. Songs of family. Songs of sitting in the back seat staring into space. Songs with lyrics you just can't shake off (even if they still don't make any sense).

Enter Fleetwood Mac, Genesis, Sting, Kate Bush, Eurythmics, Peter Gabriel, Carole King, Don Henley and, of course, The Beatles. Comfort in food, comfort in music. 



Follow up: Parent's playlist on Spotify.
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Tuesday 17 January 2012

Devon apple cake

In response to my previous post I've gone ahead with my new year's baking resolution starting with this Cranks classic. Here it is fresh out of the oven. Divine.
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Monday 16 January 2012

Dreamy drizzles

The baking continues...

My fallback bake when cakes are in need are my lemon drizzle muffins. Sometimes made with white chocolate chips but always made with love.

As for the recipe? Sorry. This one's top secret. ;)
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Friday 13 January 2012

Peri-peri bad

Last night my cooking pride took a hard knock. After fogging the kitchen and undercooking the peri-peri chicken (yet somehow blackening the outside) I spent the rest of the night in a funk of failure.


I realised that cooking is not just about pleasure for me, it's my my stress-balancer, my pride, my comfort blanket,  my THING.

If ever I was faced by Sir Alan (Lord, he's a Lord now isn't he?) and his minions, forget writing and web-tinkering, I'd profile myself as someone passionate about food.  Now THAT I can really get excited about.

This blog is my attempt at joining those skills together. If only I could get paid for this, life would be sweet. AHEM - open to offers...
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Sunday 1 January 2012

Christmas baking swag

This Christmas I received a floral apron, a huge traditional mixing bowl, a peace sign biscuit cutter (all the way from San Francisco!) and a gorgeous flour dredger. Oh, and if we're being 100% accurate, I bought myself a new rolling pin. All this can mean only one thing: 2012 is the year I get serious about baking (and my friends and family get faaaaaaaayt). 



For some instant baking relief, visit cakeandfeminism - a great blog 
by the lovely Laura (aka @philosophobia) about all sorts, but heavy on the baked goods.
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