Month: May 2009

Eating Sweden for Eating Eurovision

In the BBC, drinking prosecco having just witnessed the spectacle that is the Eurovision semi final, 20 + food bloggers gathered around Andrew Webb, brainchild of this fun project. Yielding a canvas I love Peckham bag full of ping pong balls, I anxiously awaited my turn to choose a ping pong ball with a country name on it. Portugal! I really wanted Portugal. I hoped and watched everyone draw a country. It was still in there! I know a great local community Portugese off licence come greasy spoon and I wanted to go there. I didn’t get it. I got Sweden. Which left me slightly flummoxed knowing nothing whatsoever about Swedish cuisine, save what I’d experienced in IKEA (not bad!). Naturally, my earliest initiation to Swedish Cuisine as the Swedish chef on the Muppet Show. I loved him. But that’s not really exploring cuisine, or is it? So, I arrived home, my brain whirring and got on google, facebook, twitter (hello @swedishmike!), and gathered as much information as I could, armed to make a decision …

Eating Eurovision Part 1 – the research

Well, I’ve not had much time to explore Swedish London, I work full time and that has its demands, but I sent some emails last night and did alot of googling before bed and I am quite excited about what I’ve found. Swedish shops, delis, pubs, restaurants, churches, a map of Swedish West London, Swedish people, on twitter and on facebook, and some Swedish food bloggers. Wow! So, I’m all fired up and can’t wait to explore. Reading the others adventures is fantastic, but I want one of my own too. In advance of my mini-journey, fellow blogger, Axel, and a Swedish one at that, wrote a digest on Swedish food for me. Brilliant. You should also read his blog AKIFOODWINE. Swedish food is fairly diverse and is different from region to region. Along the coasts of Sweden a lot of fish is consumed and in the far north of Sweden a piece of moose or reindeer could end up on your plate. Swedish cuisine is mostly known abroad for meatballs which is traditionally served …

We’re eating eurovision and I am Sweden

As part of a throughly fantastic and fun project – Eating Eurovision, I found myself at the BBC last night, with 20 + food bloggers and the online Eurovision people from the BBC, watching the Eurovision, drinking sparkling wine, and then choosing a country via a bag full of ping pong balls and… I AM SWEDEN! Makes sense. I am tall, leggy and blonde after all, and I do sing beeeeautifully. So… I would be most grateful for any of your tips on Swedish food and culture in London! Where are the best meatballs? What should I be drinking? Anything quirky I should know about?? Do I have any Swedish readers?! I want to hear from you! It’s got to happen tonight to be blogged tomorrow. More information here: http://eatingeurovision.wordpress.com/

Asparagus and Truffle Carbonara

Life’s simple pleasures are the driving force for getting through each day with a smile on my face. Food, wine, music, friends, jokes, laughter, a good book, some occasional trashy TV, all contribute towards a day I brand a success, and one that makes me want to repeat the experience when I fall out of bed the next morning. Some days need more than this, whether you’ve had a grim day at the office, are entertaining friends or simply require a dash of some decadence in your life, some extras are called for. When I have had a bad day I comfort shop and I comfort eat. The two are inextricably linked. I buy things that give me comfort: good food, new sheets, nice wine, something nice to wear. I am nice to myself, when for whatever reason, I feel the world is rejecting me or treating me with disdain. Bah! This particular occasion I was in fine fettle and entertaining a good friend who happens to be a vegetarian, so no need to picture …

Twitter me this, my lovelies

Twitter! Everyone’s raving about it or moaning about it, and like all of the best things that this world has to offer, it polarises opinion. Love it or hate it, pointless or not, everyone has something to say. What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Me? I love it. I was loathe to join the crowd and write about it, but it’s been an interesting place lately and deserves a mention. And only with regard to food, don’t worry. I care not about mrs kutcher’s bum or insert-random-celebrity’s-random-very-mini-adventure. At least not here. Like most things I love, it drives me crazy. Crazy! It demands immediacy, and this I can’t provide. Like most bloggers, I work for a living, so twitter is not a space I frequent 9-5, save the occasional lunchtime for a browse. This means that I miss things. Lots of things. Events, gossip, you name it, if it’s interesting, it’s probably on twitter. I don’t like that. It does demand separating the wheat from the chaff, as there’s lots of crap on …