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Food For Thought

A friend of mine, who works in food PR, recently told me about this amazing project she’s working on for a client. The project involves Joe Public posting food memories on to the companies Facebook page for the chance to win a Holiday worth £5k!

Now this post isn’t about that company, nor is it about wanting to bask on a sun drenched beach (well ok, maybe a little!). It’s more about my food memories. It had never occurred to me before that, like music and particular songs, we relate food to certain events or times in our lives.

So, here’s my life, mapped out as a food memory:

I don’t recall what my first ever food memory was but when I was a little girl growing up in Liverpool, I think of eggy fried bread and black pudding breakfasts with my grandad. I think of my grandmas roast dinners with indelible gravy made out of water and cornflower powder, not a spot of Bisto in sight! I think of my mum baking coconut loaf and up side down apple cake. I think of her trying to trick me that liver was red chicken! Yak!

I think of ten pence sweetie bags from the mobile shop and 99’er ice creams with strawberry sauce dripping all over my fingers. I think of summer days when a blob of vanilla ice cream was dropped into a cold glass of American cream soda lemonade.  I think of Wham! bars (ok, sweeties aren’t actually food but as a ten year old Wham! bars, Highland toffees, Black Jacks, cola cubes… they were all part of my staple diet!).

As I grew older and our fortune changed, I think of trips to china town with my mum and Grandma for duck pancakes and hoi sun sauce. I think of cold winter evenings warmed up by a hot bowl of Scouse (Liverpool stew) and crunchy buttered bread. I think of minted lamb chops and mash and treacle pudding.  I think of stinky fingers from Butterkist popcorn and luminous tongues from traffic light lollipops.

When I left home and moved to London, I was introduced to a whole new world of culinary delights.  I think of Indian curry, made by an Indian, not out of a jar! I think of fish & chips on Brighton pier.  I think of 3am drunken chicken wings and fries dipped in ketchup.  I think of posh dinners out with my friends to Michelin star restaurants, tasting menus and celebrity chefs.

When the world called my name and I stepped on a plane, I think of black beans in Brazil, cerviche in Peru, grasshoppers in Thailand and crickets in Cambodia.  I think of the best steak in the world in Argentina and poor girls super noodles in Sydney.

And then I met my man who introduced me to a cuisine that I had snobbishly turned my nose up at.  Italian.  I think of my mother in law teaching me to cook tomato sauce from scratch, my husband teaching me how to roll pizza dough without ripping it, my husbands Nonna teaching me how to make beef stew. I think of the delicious food I tasted for our wedding; porcini risotto, slow cooked stag with polenta, speck parcels and pink grapefruit granita.  I hated Italian food but now I have grown to love it, to appreciate it.

My most recent and probably most treasured food memories are of me making food for my daughter.  I think of her first taste of apple, of mashed sweet potato.  I think of pouring over baby recipes to make her palate more enriched.  I think of chicken and apricot curry, aubergine and basil pasta sauce and roasted lamb stew with rosemary.

You don’t have to be a foodie to create a food memory.  Think about it and the flavours all come flooding back!

This has been a really thought-provoking trip down memory lane so I am going to tag some fellow bloggers, 1) because im nosey and want to know what their food memories will consist of and 2) well, why not?!  Over to you:

A Mummys View

Mummy Glitzer


Slummy to Yummy Mummy

Sharing My Italy

Emerald Pie

Dutch Goes Italian

Go on, share your story!  If you do, dont forget to include the links… oh, and whilst you’re there, why not enter the comp, you just never know if you might win!

Memories…. it’s what the best dinners are made of!



Posted by on October 30, 2012 in London


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I’m a Lavazza Semi-Finalist!

Last week was a massive headache for me.  I had to arrange and deliver Bambina’s first birthday party, we put our stamp sized apartment up for sale and had to carry out various DIY tasks and I had a bit of a family catastrophe to contend with – all of which led me to believe that I just didn’t have the time or the brain power to continue with the Lavazza #CoffeeSetMatch challenge Wimbledon Challenge.

Then, to my astonishment I received an email to declare..”Congratulations, the judges have put you through to the Semi-Finals!!”.  What?? Me?? But my last recipes were rubbish and I’ve hardly dedicated any time to it.  Apparently the judges saw through my misdemeanours and gave me the nod to carry on anyway.

So, today off we went for a family knee’s up!  It’s been a while since Bambina, the Italian and me spent a whole day together, lunching, shopping, chatting and generally having fun so today was rather special because we made a huge effort to enjoy our little Lavazza adventure.  I have been nothing but thoroughly dedicated to my Lavazza quest as I actually have a chance of winning now! Imagine that!  I’m in the flipping Semi’s!!!

Our first stop was at Ponti’s Italian Kitchen in Oxford Circus where I, correction, Bambina wolfed down a dish of tagliatelle with ragu and the Italian made no complaints in polishing off a Diavola pizza, which he informed was super delicious as it was made with semolina.  I remember semolina a poor child’s desert on the school dinner list, if you were lucky there might have been a few raisins thrown in the middle of the bowl. Pizza? made out of semolina? It was surprisingly tasty and as the Italian just corrected me, the base is not made solely out of semolina but a mix of that and flour, apparently it makes the base crunchier – now that we have cleared that up….

And lo and behold, after recounting the tale of the Lavazza Wimbledon challenge, the lovely lovely lovely waitress came over and said to me “We wish you the best of luck!” and handed over a Lavazza Wimbledon promotional espresso cup for me, as a gift, from Ponti’s!! How lucky am I?!  Its brilliant, it’s a cup that fits perfectly snug into the A Moda Mio coffee machine AND the best bit is that it’s got a cutie pie little lid that looks like a tennis ball and if you turn it upside down, it’s a coaster!! I love multi-functioning presents!

We saved ourselves for desert as we then headed off to Harrods, which I admit I’m a bit of a sucker for.  I’m not usually one for shopping, it bores me stupid and im somewhat lacking in the patience category but Harrods, there’s just something about it that make me a professional browser.

Today, however, I was there on a mission: to find the Lavazza coffee shop.  We went to the Gelateria who told us that Lavazza promotions had ended already.  That couldn’t be right.  They pointed us in the direction of the Godiva chocolate bar, who also informed us that Lavazza promotions had already ended.  No no no no no.  Wrong!  The Italian was relentless in his investigations to try find the Lavazza coffee bar and find it he did!

Lucia was absolutely adorable.  She let me be David Bailey for at least half an hour, taking snaps of everything in sight, rearranging cups, coffees, sugars etc.  She then delivered us the most amazing cappuccino and not only did she offer it us “on the house” she also came laden with a gift, for moi! Oh yes, another Lavazza Wimbledon promotional espresso cup for me to take home!!

What a successful expedition we had!

To win a prize of your own, you should look out for promotional cups on take away Lavazza coffees, or enter online.  Prizes include six pairs of tickets to Wimbledon, 90 Lavazza A Modo Mio Favola Plus Wimbledon Limited Edition coffee machines and 500 sets of four exclusive espresso cups created especially for the tournament.



Posted by on June 9, 2012 in Uncategorized


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