When I cook or work in the kitchen, I always put on some music. What I listen to depends on what I am doing. For a huge hard-core affair like Thanksgiving dinner, I need the hard-core stuff.
Right now some soothing George Clinton- Atomic dog is funking up the room. Followed by Judas Priest-turbo lover,
whole lot of Bob Marley, Dazz band-Let it whip(yeah the song from the Tampax commercial),Reel big fish -take on me. For fun I’ve thrown in some Fred Schneider-Monster in my pants, Sade-Right by your side,and Cake.
Of course, it just wouldn’t be thanksgiving without Alice’s Restaraunt, by Arlo Guthrie. It really makes it a thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat!
Horry to hijack on the second post, but it reminded me of something I saw last weekend in a Music store.
For non-uk or Ireland posters: Jamie Oliver is a TV chef who is “hip”. Personally, “twat” would be a better choice of words. Although, there are some good tracks on the CD.
Well I have the wine and soda for today’s dinner, but in the kitchen I usually have “Deadicated” playing - covers of Grateful Dead songs by Los Lobos, Warren Zevon, Indigo Girls, Lyle Lovett, Suzanne Vega, et al. (I love “Wharf Rat” as done by Midnight Oil and Burning Spear’s “Estimated Prophet”.)
Dang, I completely forgot about “Alice’s Restaurant”. Of course most of the people I am having dinner with are too young to remember that song, and I hate giving a history lesson (or being the object of one - “Wow, you watched Adam-12 as PRIME-TIME???”).
Back in Black
Shoot to Thrill
Shook me all night long
For those about to Rock (we salute you)
Hell’s Bells
Thunderstruck
Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap
Highway To Hell
and more…
My Thanksgiving kitchen sounded something like this:
me: “Niko, get down! You can’t have the turkey. It isn’t even cooked yet!”
niko: “Woof” (“Give me the bird now.”)
allie: “aaawwooooooooo!” ("Don’t give him any. You didn’t give ME any. It’s not fair!’)
me: both of you stop. You’ll get a treat in a minute.
allie: “Whine, whine, whine!! Bark!” (“I want it now. I want it now. Why can’t I have it? It smells like food. It is food. It is in the house. It must be mine, right?”)
niko: “Woof” (“Give me the bird, now!”)
me: “husbsand, could you get the dogs’ special bone treats to get them off me?” <muffled sounds as the dogs try to overtake me. various begging with the dogs to leave the bird alone. useless bargaining and reasoning with canines> Charlie! get off the counter!
charlie: “Meow. Meeeeoooowww!” (“I heard there was commotion and I can’t stand that I’m not in it. Hmm. Bird looks good, but underdone. Can I rub my little bacteria laden feet on it?”)
me: “Charlie, get down now before I squirt you with the sink gun! Niko, Allie! I am telling you for the last time. Do not attempt to run with that bird!”
Silence.
I go about cooking for a few minutes. The sound of Kitty peering into the room. I look around to see Niko, Allie and Charlie sitting in a row behind me, looking eager and restrained, waiting for a morsel to drop but ashamed of their earlier behavior.
The sound of all four of them eating leftover chicken and cheese because mommy is a sucker.
The sound of soft canine and feline laughter as they laugh at me behind my back. Yeah, I hear it. I’m ignoring it because I have to wash the prints off the counter and finish do I can play with them as I cook.