tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78021742703588684192024-03-05T06:26:58.587+00:00Snozzberries and Other Food From My Childhood. real and imaginary foods from my favourite childhood books that turned me into the foodie i am today.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802174270358868419.post-2247943390927718432014-03-20T17:42:00.001+00:002014-03-20T17:42:20.405+00:00We'll Meet Again...
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I started this blog as a
response to a course on my English Literature degree called Literature of Food.
I’ve found it really very interesting investigating my own thoughts and experiences
with food literature as a child and have just as equally <span style="font-size: x-large;">enjoyed reading your
reactions to my writing</span> and hearing about your own experiences. My course
(along with my entire degree – eek!) is now coming to its conclusion, leaving
me with the decision of whether to <span style="font-size: x-large;">continue with the blog or to abandon it</span>.
Part of me is inclined to leave this blog as it is so that I can dedicate
myself more fully to my travel blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, I feel that I have put so much effort into this blog, and got
so much enjoyment out of it, that <span style="font-size: x-large;">I am loathe to let it go</span>. If people are enjoying
my writing then it’s a definite incentive to carry on with it, and so <span style="font-size: x-large;">I would
be really interested to hear your thoughts</span> on the matter as the reader. I don’t
know if this post is going to be a “goodbye” or a “see you later”, but I know
that, either way, I’ve had a blast writing it and I’ll be sad to leave it.
Signing out for now, Mia x</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802174270358868419.post-10869026334315849202014-03-20T17:24:00.002+00:002014-03-20T17:24:25.925+00:00Hot Buttered Crumpets<span style="color: #3d85c6;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">As a child I was in love with
the film <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Secret Garden</span></i> and have
lost count of the number of times that I’ve watched it. However, it was not
until I was about twelve years old that I discovered that the film is an
adaptation from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s novel of the same name. As soon as I
found out, I was straight over to the library to check out the book and see if
it was as good as the film. Immediately it was obvious that ‘good’ was an
understatement. Although I still had a soft spot for the film adaptation, <span style="font-size: x-large;">it
was clear that the novel far surpassed it</span>. One of the main things that I
noticed was missing from the film is all the food. When Mary arrives at
Misselthwaite Manor, she is described as <span style="color: #e69138;">“the most disagreeable-looking child
ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body,
tin light hair and a sour expression”</span> (13). Her disagreeable expression and
demeanor are directly linked to her thinness, suggesting that her temper and
unhappiness might be eased through food. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Food aids Mary’s recovery</span> from her bad
moods and selfishness as she is constantly fed an array of treats by the Sowerbys
in order to fatten her up: <span style="font-size: x-large;">crumpets, muffins, porridge, hot milk</span>. Although a
happy child, I was naturally rather skinny and had a yellowy complexion. Having
read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Secret Garden</i>, I decided
that I must therefore be unhealthy like Mary is at the beginning of the novel.
I began to stuff myself with cakes and bready foods in an attempt to fatten
myself up and whenever we went to visit our family up in Yorkshire <span style="font-size: x-large;">I’d spend my
days roaming the countryside in an attempt to achieve that rosey glow</span> that Mary develops!
My efforts were in vain and I finally gave up when my mother sat me down and
reminded me that I was skinny because both her and my father had been when they
were younger, and that I have a yellowish complexion due to my Chinese, Iranian
and Portuguese mixed blood! As much as I had enjoyed gorging myself on hot,
buttered crumpets and thick slices of Victoria Sponge cake, <span style="font-size: x-large;">I decided to return
to a slightly healthier diet and embrace my natural appearance</span>!</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802174270358868419.post-27230316195478002892014-02-15T17:53:00.003+00:002014-02-15T18:15:51.652+00:00My Favourite Cookbook<span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">As I child I was extremely close to my mother (as indeed I still am today!) and one of my most treasured memories of my childhood is the time we spent baking together. We baked all sorts of things, mostly simple things like bread and sponge cake, but whatever we made I remember again and again opening up <span style="font-size: x-large;">the same old cookbook</span> to look up the recipes: <span lang="EN">Good Housekeeping's Look and Cook (1953) compiled by The Good Housekeeping Institute.</span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">This big old cookbook has been part of the fixtures and fittings of our kitchen for as long as I can remember, indeed the front cover is <span style="font-size: x-large;">inscribed with my grandmother's name</span>: M. Robey (which is rather conveniently also my mother's as well as my name!). It's a vast book full of a huge array of classic British, kitsch cuisine, including Bramble Jelly, <span style="font-size: x-large;">Jam Roly-Poly</span>, Coddled Eggs, Haggis, Steamed Fish Mould, Seafood Cocktail and, my mother's personal favourite, <span style="font-size: x-large;">Gooseberry Fool</span>. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">You will have to excuse me for including so many pictures but there is just so much that I love about this book that I want to share with you and sometimes, in this case at least, pictures say it better than words. <br />
I knew all of these basics already and so I didn't keep going back to these sections to learn. I'm not entirely sure why I enjoyed reading these pages so much, all I know is that <span style="font-size: x-large;">I was drawn back to them again and again</span>. <span lang="EN-GB">Perhaps I was drawn to the nostalgia of an era where 'Mother' was always in the kitchen and young girls were taught how to be the good housewives of the future. A time of <span style="font-size: x-large;">gender inequality</span> where women were expected to have dinner on the table ready for their husbands to return from work, and yet a time that has, despite this, always appealed to me in some way. For those children who wanted <span style="color: #e69138;">"to give Mother a hand in the kitchen"</span> (350) and who were coming to cooking as a complete first timer, the book lays out exactly what you should do in precise detail, leaving virtually <span style="font-size: x-large;">no room for error</span>:
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Various recipes are given, from very simple things like boiled potatoes, fried eggs and scones, to slightly more complicated dishes such as roast beef and potatoes and a fully iced birthday cake. <br />
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As I mentioned earlier, this was always the book that we would use to remind ourselves of the quantities for basic recipes like Victoria Sponge cake and Yorkshire Puddings. <br />
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It's easy to flick through and find those recipes when I look them up today as they are the pages that are creased and covered in little splatters of batter and grease; <span style="font-size: x-large;">it's like looking back through history</span> at all the treats have been made and enjoyed over the years. <span style="font-size: x-large;"> And I still do use those recipes even today</span>. Those things that I used to make with my mother when I was a child just wouldn't be the same if I used a different recipe.<br />
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Whether you need a tasty treat to cheer up your dear, over-emotional mother or need a way of appeasing an intimidating, gold-clad, teenage, self-proclaimed king of the underworld, Kasper’s Famous Banoffi pie is the answer to all your problems! “Now - just in case you don’t know - Banoffi is one of the most delicious pies ever invented. It’s made with sliced bananas, gooey toffee, and topped off with coffee-flavoured cream, chocolate granules, and a large dollop of marmalade.” (7). </blockquote>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">As I got a bit older and found myself outgrowing Roald Dahl, I went in search for books that still held onto the magic of childhood but that also depicted the grittier side of life that my eyes were now being opened to. <span style="font-size: x-large;">I discovered Philip Ridley.</span> I was instantly won over and quickly worked my way through almost all of his books, but the first one that I read and was completely mesmerised by was <i>Kasper in the Glitter </i>(1994). For those of you who have not yet experienced the delights of this book, <i>Kasper in the Glitter</i> is a tale of young Kasper, a peculiarly dressed boy who lives alone with his sparkle-obsessed mother who won't let him so much as step foot beyond the front garden on his own. When Kasper discovers a boy stealing the roses from his front garden, he gets dragged into a world he has never before experienced; a world of <span style="font-size: x-large;">intrigue, excitement and danger</span> where Kasper must survive on his one and only skill: his ability to make <span style="font-size: x-large;">the most delicious banoffi pies in the world!</span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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The book had been the place I’d first discovered the pie and so any other recipe simply wouldn’t have had the same effect in my eyes; it had to be exactly the same, down to the dollop of marmalade on the top (the fact I didn’t actually like marmalade was beyond the point!). This time <span style="font-size: x-large;">I was not disappointed</span> as I had been with peaches after having read Dahl’s <em>James and the Giant Peach</em>. How could I be? Banana’s, toffee, cream: <span style="font-size: x-large;">what’s not to like? </span> From then on banoffi was my firm favourite dessert and on the rare occasion that my sister took me out for dinner and we found banoffi pie on the menu, that’s what we would both order, comparing the taste of each one to the original recipe we had created from the book like banoffi <span lang="EN">connoisseurs.</span> Even today, some twenty years on, I still think of <em>Kasper in the Glitter</em> when ever I come across banoffi pie.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802174270358868419.post-74182965657649499032014-02-11T17:41:00.001+00:002014-02-13T19:47:53.466+00:00James Impregnates His Own Mother?!<span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Following on from my last post on Roald Dahl's <i>James and the Giant Peach</i>, I decided to do a little research on what others have made of the food in the novel. I came across a particularly interesting piece by Karlie E. Hendon titled <a href="http://dl.uncw.edu/etd/2009-1/hendonk/karliehandon.pdf" target="_blank">'Food and Power in Roald Dahl's <i>James and the Giant Peach </i>and Neil Gaiman's <i>Coraline</i>'</a>. Hendon's main argument regarding <i>James and the Giant Peach</i> is that <span style="color: #e69138;">"Dahl uses food as a vehicle for an exchange of social and sexual power in the novel"</span> (16), focusing particularly on <span style="color: #e69138;">"the importance of eating in the development of children's social selves"</span> (17). Hendon claims that by refusing to allow James to join in at meal times, feeding him only scraps such as fish heads and crumbs, his aunts <span style="color: #e69138;">"refuse to grant him status and identify as a human"</span> (18). By tasting the peach, therefore, <span style="font-size: x-large;">James is not only gaining vital nutrition necessary for his survival, but regaining a human identity and an individual self</span>. </span></span><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> The only problem with <i>James and the Giant Peach </i>is that real peaches just didn't live up to my expectations! I remember pestering my mother to buy some peaches, only to discover that as nice as they were, they weren't nearly as scrumptious as Roald Dahl had me think. <span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was disappointed.</span> The Ladybird describes the <span style="color: #e69138;">"great chunks of juicy, golden-coloured peach flesh"</span> (64) as <span style="color: #e69138;">" 'a heavenly taste!' "</span> (64) and the Centipede exclaims: <span style="color: #e69138;">" 'It's terrific! There's nothing like it! There never has been!' "</span> (65). This made me even more disappointed in my unripe, slightly bitter, supermarket bought peach and I decided to add delicious peaches to the list of other foods that only really existed in the world of fantasy, such as candy floss clouds and big, red, poisoned apples!</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802174270358868419.post-2705015466491319242014-01-27T17:40:00.003+00:002014-02-13T19:09:51.414+00:00Greetings! I shake you warmly by the hand!<span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I'd like to take a moment to introduce you to my <span style="font-size: x-large;">brand-spanking-new blog</span>. I've been keeping another blog for some time now but felt like starting something new. My other blog (queue shameless advertising: <a href="http://miasmisadventures.wordpress.com/"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">miasmisadventures.wordpress.com</span></a>) is on travel and so, because I have neither the time nor the money to be constantly jetting off to far flung places (despite my best efforts) there are often times when I have nothing to write about at all. So I have decided that a new blog is in order. One that I can enjoy writing without waiting for my next holiday and pay cheque! </span><br />
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Apart from travelling, two of my main passions in life are children’s literature and food. As an aspiring children’s writer I spend many an hour with my head in some children’s book or other attempting to immerse myself in <span style="font-size: x-large;">worlds full of magic, fantasy, adventure and pure down-right silliness</span>. </span></span><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">And when my head is not stuck in a book I’ll usually be found either making food, talking about food, shovelling food into my mouth or staring into space, drooling slightly as I think about food. </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The point being, <span style="font-size: x-large;">I love food... or rather, I love eating food</span>. </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">It seemed common sense therefore that my new blog should be about either children’s literature or food. Or, even better, children’s literature AND food. </span></span><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> This blog will take the form, partly, of a memoir. I will be looking back at some of my favourite children’s books, both fiction and non-fiction, and looking at the descriptions of food that stuck in my mind, shaping the foodie that I have become today. As well as writing I also love reading and so as I post up blogs please do leave me messages in the comments section as <span style="font-size: x-large;">I love to hear about other people’s thoughts and experiences too</span>, rather than just rattling on about myself. Right, all this talk of food has made my hungry and so I must sign off for now and go and rummage through the kitchen cupboards. <br />
More posts will be coming your way very soon so keep an eye out! <br />
Mia x</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818472969156999324noreply@blogger.com2