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      Cooking With Turf is a quartet of friends who share
     a long experience of playing Celtic traditional music.
     We mainly present Irish and Scottish music,
     but have a repertoire of British, Breton and
tunes as well.
     We also have an American repertoire featuring
New England and Appalachian traditions.
     Each member sings and plays a variety of instruments-

     Richard:  Wooden flute, whistles, harmonica, oboe,
                    guitar, bones and bodhran.

     Steve:  Fiddle and guitar.

     Ken:  Mandolin, mandola, octave mandolin,
              mountain dulcimer, hammered dulcimer
              and guitar.

     Jared:  Highland pipes, small pipes and guitar.


Cooking With Turf is versatile and covers all venues - concerts, weddings, parties and dances, from Ceilidh to Contra,
                                            -from sensitive arrangements of ballads to rollicking jigs and reels.

"Cooking With Turf performs more traditional Irish and Scottish music and songs. 
Their repertoire includes jigs, reels, hornpipes, polkas, waltzes and strathspeys. 
They are accomplished musicians... the group rewarded all that took time to stop and listen.
I tend to be a purist at heart and I prefer to hear music performed as closely to the manner
as it was intended by the composers and musicians at the time.
Cooking With Turf provided this satisfaction and enjoyment."

Michael Krikorian, S.F. Examiner, Arts & Entertainment

               About our name,  “Cooking With Turf” -
            To start with, “ To cook”, means, in jazz slang, “to play in an inspired and rythmically exciting way”.
            Then we have the expression, “Now you’re cooking with gas!”, from an old advertisement for
            gas stoves that stuck in slang parlance to mean an appreciation of increased efficiency.
            And finally, “Turf", the word used by the Irish for peat, which after drying, is used for cooking and heating.

            So one night, while Richard was playing at a ceilidh dance, after having finished a tight set of tunes,
            someone piped up with, “Now you’re cooking with gas!”,
            to which another replied, “No- that's cooking with turf!”

            The name stuck, and here we are.