Irish food by the book: ‘Tickling the Palate’ – Gastronomy in Irish Literature and Culture
This collection will enlighten and delight readers
Dining out: Padraig Colum, Lady Longford and Micheál Mac Liammóir at Jammet’s, in Dublin. Photograph: John Hedgeco
‘Tickling the Palate’: Gastronomy in Irish Literature and Culture.
Máirtín Mac Con Iomaire and Eamon Maher
‘Ireland, until recently, appeared as only the smallest of dots on the map of high gastronomy. Too many self-avowed connoisseurs were convinced that Irish food began and ended with bacon and cabbage, or the lack thereof.”
This collection of essays, the proceedings of the inaugural Dublin Gastronomy Symposium, held at Dublin Institute of Technology in June 2012, goes a long way towards correcting the view that there is no Irish cuisine worth its salt. It also dispels to some extent our postcolonial distaste for the fact that traditional Irish cookery over the past several hundred years has quite a lot in common with English cookery – it would be surprising if it did not, given the physical, cultural and political connections of the two countries. Indeed, once this truth, unpalatable as it may be, is digested, the Irish table of potatoes, cabbage and bacon (carrageen for dessert, if you can bear it) extends like an Ikea miracle, to become a cornucopia of quite nice grub: stuffed chicken, roast potatoes and apple pie, not to mention the full Irish breakfast. Or is that the Ulster fry, or full English breakfast?
The book includes 12 essays, plus an excellent introduction. Five of them deal with food as described in literary works by Maria Edgeworth, John McGahern, James Joyce, Sebastian Barry and several children’s writers; four deal with the history of food, especially restaurants, in Ireland, mainly Dublin; and three are about drink, mainly Guinness.
Eamon Maher, in a comprehensive survey of food references in McGahern’s novels, skilfully demonstrates how useful fiction is as a source for food historians, and how food imagery in turn offers the canny writer delicious prose, cooked and ready to dish up, as in this wonderful passage from Amongst Women: “The huge browned turkey was placed in the centre of the table. The golden stuffing was spooned from its breast, white dry breadcrumbs spiced with onion and parsley and pepper. There were small roast potatoes and peas and afterwards the moist brandy-soaked plum pudding. Brown lemonade was squirted into the glasses from siphons with silver tops.”
Few understand the power of food in prose better than those who write for children, as Michael Flanagan indicates in his engaging, sometimes provocative, piece. He deals largely with food references in books by Enid Blyton, Kenneth Grahame and even Charles Dickens, and one might wonder why the article is included in a volume about Irish literature. But we have read the books even if we didn’t eat the potted shrimp – and this essay, possibly unconsciously, highlights how close Irish and English cultures can be where both food and literature are concerned.
Flanagan’s insistence on the erotic connotations of the food gobbled up by fictional children enjoying midnight feasts, or greedy gut Billy Bunter, is sometimes hard to swallow: “Iced buns themselves are almost sexual objects, sweet, soft, moist and sensually satisfying to the mouth.” Perhaps. But sometimes an iced bun is just an iced bun.