mmm, memories

In what may be a sign of how shamelessly smug this blog is likely to be, we’ve only had one recipe but we’re already posting a guest piece from our friend Ruth Dawkins saying how great we are and why you should read our ramblings. Enjoy.

It’s a sign of how fond I am of Adam and Alasdair that I’ve added this new blog to my bookmarks bar, because even the mention of mushrooms makes me feel a bit ill. I usually find myself nodding along in agreement anytime I read anything by either of my culinary comrades, but fungus and blue cheese? Sorry Adam, I just can’t bring myself to try it.

That said, I am very excited to see how the blog develops. Many of the most treasured moments in my life have involved eating, often while surrounded by friends and loved ones.

Doesn’t everyone have a holiday that was made perfect by the discovery of a wonderful local restaurant? I have not travelled extensively, but everywhere I’ve visited over the years has had something special to offer in terms of great food: wedges of sweet, juicy watermelon, eaten while sitting on the beach in Greece; warm, spicy Falafel with pitta bread, eaten while wandering round the streets of Ramallah; a perfectly seasoned fluffy omelette and chips in a French service station; reindeer steaks washed down with a cold beer in Greenland.

Don’t even get me started on my first visit to the States, where I had my first encounter with a hotdog in Central Park, before heading down to some remote part of South Carolina, where the queue at the supermarket for fried chicken winds right out the door, and they serve oysters by the bucket.

The kitchen has been the heart of every home I’ve lived in, and mealtimes have always been something to take time with. At university my flatmates were all working and studying on completely different schedules, but the evening meal provided a chance for us to slow down and catch up on each other’s news. Even if we were just having a baked potato or a cream cheese bagel, it was the best part of the day.

These days, I am lucky enough to be married to a man who loves to cook as much as I love to eat. I am also lucky enough to live in a country where fresh seafood is readily available. Clams and chorizo, crab linguine and seared scallops with coriander, chilli and lime are all regulars on our home menu.

Obviously not all food memories can be good ones. I would rather forget the seafood paella that gave me three days of food poisoning on holiday in Spain. I can’t say that I’d recommend the cubes of whale blubber that are the Inuit equivalent of chewing gum. And after enduring eighteen hours of labour with nothing more than a few sips of water, I think the NHS could have provided something a little more substantial for my first meal-as-a-mum than a limp ham salad. (You know you’re hungry when you even eat the salad cream, squeezed straight into your mouth from the corner of a plastic sachet.)

So even though I think ‘101 Ways to Cook Mushrooms’ is a terrible name for a blog, which induces mild nausea in me every time I open my browser, I will be reading along with interest. Food is such an important part of our lives, and although few of us have the time to sit down and peruse traditional cookbooks, taking two minutes out of the day to read this blog will surely be a pleasure rather than a chore. I’m really looking forward to seeing some new and interesting recipes, which I hope will help you -and me – build many new, happy food memories.


About 101waystocookmushrooms

Here, Adam and Ali of write about the yummy stuff we're cooking. And eating. Mmmmm. (It won't all be mushrooms. The name is basically a lie).
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5 Responses to mmm, memories

  1. Adam Ramsay says:

    Thanks Ruth – food, memories, ahhh.

    I can attest that Ramallah has the world’s best falafel – I still disappear into a blissful day dream ever time I think of the way it melts in your mouth.

    I was, though, less pleased with whale (in Svalbard for me, I was 17) and have constant guilt for not turning it down :-(.

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  3. Kate Harris says:

    I can’t abide mushrooms either. I will eat anything except mushrooms and sea molluscs (mussels, oysters, scallops etc), and the latter is only because I’m allergic to them – I love the smell and sight of them and it upsets me to see other people enjoying them. But mushrooms are just wrong, in taste, texture and appearance. Like Ruth, I feel a little sick just thinking about mushrooms. I bet you guys never thought the title would cause controversy!

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