
Last month I announced that this month I will be interviewing a fellow food blogger. I actually intend to interview one person each month and next month's guest has already agreed (you'll have to wait and see who it is LOL), mainly for a bit of fun but also to give a new dimension to my blog. Plus, as my friends will tell you, I'm too nosey for my own good, but I think that makes life interesting, so there.
This month I interviewed Gill Cox of
GillthePainter blog
I have known Gill for a while now, initially from
the BBC Food Forum where we are both active members and then via our blogs. We have not met in person yet, but Gill promises if she manages to come to my area of Spain we'll have a glass of wine together. Personally, I think a couple of bottles would be more fun LOL.
Debs "How old is your blog?"
Gill
"Although I only started it up in January this year, I have been thinking about it's style & content for over a year. I couldn't quite get my approach sorted for some time. Once it was clear to me, I sat for January and February and got as much of my posts in, as I could. I still have a couple of gems to post from way back though ............. must get round to it. Anyone who is thinking about it, really should get the enthusiasm to start their own blog".
Debs "You've recently been on holiday to Spain, tell us a little about your experiences and the area you visited".
Gill
"We don't fly any more. Which leaves our taking the little blue car over the channel the cheapest way possible & through France. We don't usually have reservations, just point towards the good weather, and rely on my booking our next day's accommodation either the night before or at breakfast on the day. Our final last week stop and relax town is more times than not at Tossa de Mar in the Costa Brava. A lovely bay, with charm, buzz, overseen by a beautiful Castle monument with art museum. And we feel completely at home there - which is odd for people who never go back anywhere twice. I take an easel and make up my canvases & paint on the beach, or in the town streets that we visit".
Debs "Tell us about your painting i.e what medium do you use? What do you like to paint etc etc?"
Gill
"We had a complete life turnaround 7 years ago. Deciding to leave Kew in West London and moved to Cheltenham. And I changed my entire career & to oil painting here.I'll paint anything if it's not nailed down. A room offers a multitude of compositions to me, as does the outside if I am roaming the countryside.Loose & free interpretations, I'm not a tight detailed type. When not painting what's there physically, I will paint what I feel about something - like my recent "Workshop" painting that I've just sold. I attended a Dan Lepard sourdough day in London, & painted my feelings of the day. Not bread or ingredients, but a snapshot of the moment. I use a limited 3 colour palette, alizarin red, indian yellow & prussian blue. Occasionally introducing a guest colour like cadmium yellow - a bright citrus colour that created vivid limes.& I'm quick. Faster than one of Nigella's speedy speedy suppers".
Debs "Where does your food enthusiasm come from?"
Gill
"I lived in Spain when I was 20. It was my first taste of beautiful food I believe. I still savour the memories. But I didn't start cooking well till later though. My first book was "Feast of Floyd" given to me as a leaving present in my late 20's. It came from there. It's still the first book I pick up when I'm looking for a good food recipe".
Debs "What is your favourite area of cooking?"
Gill
"Spain. Spanish cooking with fine Spanish olive oil is hard to beat".
Debs "Tell us a little bit about yourself".
Gill "I'm 46, married for 13 years to an incredible man called Tony. We met whilst both working for Chase in London - which no longer exists".
Debs "Have you ever been, or are you currently involved, with cooking as a job?"
Gill
"No. I question whether I could cope with the pressure. I would like an artisan food job, like a farmers' market stall, but I don't think it's meant to be as I don't feel driven to do it".
Debs "If you had just one wish for some new kitchen equipment, what would you want?"
Gill
"It would be the whole kitchen, Debs. I work in a tight confined space with no more room for expansion. But the more I learn, the more I need these days".
Debs "How do you spend your time when not cooking or painting?"
Gill
"We have always been film fanatics. In London we would go to the movies 4 or 5 times a week. Here it's 2 times a week as there is little turnaround. And we are hikers. At least once a week we have a 20 mile walk back from a Cotswold village of choice. If time is short, we walk to Broadway, which is 10 miles from the pretty town of Winchcombe".
Debs "What's your favourite type of food to eat?"
Gill
"I enjoy spiced food. Not necessarily spicy, although that I do enjoy. But food with a blend of well selected spices in it. Sumac is my favourite at the moment".
Debs "What is the best and the worst restaurant you have ever been to and why?"
Gill
"The best? The Manor House hotel at Oban, recommended by a banker friend who was born there: http://www.manorhouseoban.com/The_Manor_House.htm I've heard about meat that melts in your mouth & thought I'd tasted it before. But it was nothing like the local food we ate here. And overlooking the bay you could see the seals bobbing by. The worst?TGI Friday.Huge plates of ugly looking cooking the one time we went. SABENA".
Debs "Is there any dish you have always wanted to make, but have thus far been a little scared to try?"
Gill
"I'm intimidated by the thought of cooking live crab. I think that's the only thing I haven't tackled & mastered yet. It sounds stupid but the legs creep me out. I feel a little that way with lobster but I've overcome that. Not crab though".
Debs "Do you have any funny, after dinner, stories you'd like to share with us?"
Gill
"entitled "the pool, man!". It was a couple of years ago, when we drove around Sicily for 3 weeks, winging it from town to town.Sicily is beautiful, quite the best food in Italy I've eaten, although I don't have much experience of native Italian food or travel. So towards the end of our touring, we head towards Agrigento, famous for the Valley of the Temples.One curiosity is, 5 miles away from the town, you can almost touch it as you are arriving ............ you are whisked around a meandering, modern, concrete European new road, that adds an unnecessary half an hour to the approach - more road, more Euro money, and is reputed to have entombed tens of poor Sicilians who have fallen out of favour with "you know who" during its building.So, after a long drive we pull into the quiet 4* Hotel Kaos, just look at that pool: http://media.expedia.com/hotels/1000000/890000/885700/885697/885697_40_b.jpg for 4 nights of no driving. The next day after breakfast, we load up with a towel, sunblock & a thumping good read and head for that pool.But strangely, no-one is in the water. How odd I think, till Tony dips his toe in and run's back to the sunbed to nurse his wound. That's got to be the coldest pool in the Med, no-one can get in.So, always up for a challenge even though I'm a useless swimmer, I decide to show these weak livered, bed wetting Johnny Foreigners a bit of British upper lip and stamina.Slowly, all eyes peaking at me I'm aware, I slide my beach babe body (I might be lying a bit there), I slide body into the pool. Whoosh, my eyes are watering, but I've done it. I never have the pool to myself so I'm doggy paddling up, I'm doggy paddling down - having a rare old time of it.What's that??!!! Another person's come into the pool too, so I've lost the moment and pootle over to one corner of the pool. But I don't get it, the bloke is swimming straight at me --- eeek don't splash.So I swim over to the centre of the pool.Blow me, he's power swimming right at me, some sort of territorial thing going on. Sod that! so out I get, back to the warmth of my sunbed and towel.And the man proceeds to assault the diving board - triple loop in a pike position of a dive, not a ripple. Then he grabs the underside of the diving board, lifts his full body weight up with his feet crossed and performs body crunches. Out he gets and he's doing press ups on the board - one! two! three! - the other arm - one! two! three!What a wazzock, so I nestle down to reading my book.Nope, no can do. He's out of the pool now, striding round bellowing into his mobile phone - so he's German is he. Why doesn't his wife say something to him, I would.But as he's approaching my sunbed, I begin to giggle.I can't stop laughing, it's uncontrollable now the closer he gets. No no, don't come any closer I'll wet myself.He's trying to talk on his mobile while he passes, but he's staring at me wondering why I'm delirious with laughter.Well I'll tell you, Heinrich. Your left gooly is dangling out the side of your skimpy trunks. I thang u. "
That's all folks.
Gill is taking on a new venture with her paintings. She has just received the keys for her new studio,
read all about it here
I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing Gill every success for the future.
I would like to take this opportunity of thanking Gill, not only for her time in compiling this interview, but also for all the help she provided me with when I started my blog. I am no computer expert and did have a few hick ups along the way, but as usual, Gill came to the rescue.