Food and Music Don't Always Mix

Porcupine pie.
Vanilla soup.
The fruity blue cheese.

Neil Diamond was one of my very first rock and roll idols. I sense your snickering. But this was before he started down the soft, spongy cabaret path, before he stopped bringing Barbra Streisand flowers. Certainly before the movie "Saving Silverman", hysterically funny though it may be. Back in the early seventies he used to actually rock, when he could shake that Hot August Night hair and belt out "Shilo" like he meant it.

Which brings me to the first three lines of this blog. Food and music are meant for each other. The common denominator they share is poetry. Music is always an ingredient when I cook (and even when I'm washing dishes). So why do the lyrics from Neil's "Porcupine Pie" trigger my gag reflex? Maybe it's the Chicken Ripple Ice Cream in the final line. I don't intend to explore it deeply. Or at all. I do intend to make Baklava Java interesting and filled with food, drink and music. And I promise never to post recipes for any Neil Diamond dishes.

Why "Baklava Java"? That will be explained in the next posting. In the meantime, put in your earbuds and tuck in you napkin.