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I've always had a fascination with food, no surprise there, and especially what special food memories people have from their lives.
Have you ever gone to a restaurant and thought "This is the best meal I've ever had" and then returned to the same place only to find the food isn't as good? So much of our experience of food is connected to who we were with, what was happening, how we felt at the time. Food doesn't have to be elaborate to be special, it's often just a great pizza, a bowl of dahl or a cup of coffee shared with a good friend over a good chat that stays in our memory.
I love Aran, Inis Mór especially and I've spent many a day there walking the cliffs and lazing about doing feck-all. I've made lots of friends and am never without a lift somewhere or a shared gift of food, a few veg or a bag of amazing prawns or lobster tails from friends. I wrote and photographed a lot of my two bread books there, the light on Aran is like nowhere else, and fighting off seagulls who are trying to eat the food on the photos is always great fun.
Here I chat to singer Deirdre Ní Chinnéide who shares her time between Ireland and Aran and tells me of her food memories from the island, from a gift of food from a mystery man to a sumptuous feast shared with friends, featuring a cheese soufflé, no less. We had just come back to the lodge after a quick skinnydip on the island in the rain. As we girls headed into the sea, all cosseted in our bathing suits I thought, why bother with all this wrapping? So so we flung them off and enjoyed a much free-er and more fun time, nature in nature, as nature intended.
Final meals, last suppers, call it what you will have always fascinated me. We live our lives now in a state of fixation and obsession with food, when we have so much and enough money to eat what we want, never before have we been so concerned with every bite that goes into our mouths. If all bets were off, what would you eat for your final meal on eartgh? I know I wouldn't be chowing down on a quinoa burger and green smoothie, no sir, gimme the sausage rolls from the petrol station and a hundred jaeger bombs, curry wurst, churros and crab claws...yum!
Listen in to Deirdre to find out what her fantasy feast would be. And wear bigger pants!