Miss Cake and friends do a Gastronomic Glasto

Ahhh, Glastonbury (or be-rry if you are an American visiting performer). Conjures up for me feelings of elation, exhaustion, being overly excited at finding cold white wine and getting away with wearing face paints in the day time.

And this year was a gastronomically gourmet Glasto. We literally ate our way through the mudfest, washed down with some cold White and some warm and muddy Rose. And what a feast it was! The Treehouse Cafe in the Park always keeps a warm fuzzy place in my heart. Freshly baked cakes and tea always wins me over, especially when stuck in a tent with no access to kettle. Special shout out goes to the lemon drizzle.

The Eat Bristol guys also got our vote. Trethowan's Dairy opened up the world of the raclette to my taste buds. Melted cheese really does improve anything but their way of grilling cheese was deeeelish. I then shuffled along to Lahloo High Tea for a me-sized cake style bourban biscuit. 'Eat Me' it said. And, like Alice, of course I did.

At Lynda's Loaf we sampled a cheese filled pesto bread which was possibly the best bread I have ever tasted. Whilst munching we even got to witness a fake wedding in a boat to the tune of 'The Owl and the Pussycat'.


I stuck to the 'flexi' side of my part time vegetarianism and had myself a Dead Hippy from the Meatwagon. And a very good way to fall off the (part-time) veggie wagon it was, although I did have to be reassured by my carnivorous buddies that although it seemed a bit raw (yes rare) it was perfectly good to eat. Putting the raw meat bit to the back of my mind it was rather enjoyable, even if we didn't get to sit in the hammock in the Ibiza-esque adjoining bar.

Away from eating for a moment the next best experience was surely our pre-booked shower at Slumbarave. Lovely ladies spraying leave in conditioner in my hair, monster sized beds to relax and read our Guardians and hilariously retro slippers. Spent the rest of the day flicking my locks feeling like I just stepped out of the salon. Scary stuffed toys with teeth and genitals though, what's that all about?

Oh and the music was great of course. Although was not overly impressed with the line up this year and no one particularly ramped up my excitement in the way that Brandon Flowers or Arcade Fire would've done. Friendly Fires 'Hawaiian Air' has been in my head ever since, I would love to be a hula girl, it looks very fun and glam. Best new act I think must be Janelle Monae but I only saw her on the telly when I got home. Beyonce did some impressive shaking of the booty and Bono really did think he was God.

So now I'm back in Miss Cake's studio and missing my nomadic food hunting, wine guzzling, fun having, animal hood wearing and mud sliding experience. But at least I have a kettle. And a bed. And my Rose is cold.