Hello there. I’ve been MIA for a while, mainly a result of my working and being a grown up (worse luck). That I won’t bore you with, but I have put into words another wee tale of growing up in the wild west of Ireland. Bonfire night. Once a year all of the neighbours would … Continue reading
Also probably The book eats 3! Growing up in Ireland, where to the Irish person waffles are the infamous potato waffles, I didn’t get much exposure to the american or belgian style waffles. I had, of course, read and heard about them for years due to my obsession with reading as a child, and my … Continue reading
Long ago, I attended a gem of a place called school. I realise I’m only out of education three months, but I’m talking about a while back. And whilst most mornings we would (all 6 of us) fit into the back of my childminder’s tiny car (we were who sardines in a tin got their … Continue reading
Jennifer is my cousin. She was born that way, she couldn’t help it, poor girl. We spent a lot of time together growing up, whether we liked it or not, for my mother’s family are all quite close. Quite a lot of our time was spent running like mad eejits through homemade obstacle courses- when … Continue reading
I’m not a fan of funerals, as things go. But I was at one today that was different from any funeral I’ve ever attended. I won’t say much about it, except to acknowledge that I have never seen quite such a high percentage of the community with a great story to tell about somebody. I’ve … Continue reading
National school. Where to even start. Class time was class time. We learned of the adventures of Ann and Barry; Ann had quite the penchant for cakes, while Barry preferred to put away a few jars of jam a day. It was relatively boring. Although it perhaps partly explains the obsession with cakes that I … Continue reading
Tuesday evenings. To some, just a plain old weekday that didn’t stand out at all. To others, Tuesday evening meant going to Peter’s house after school. The ‘others’ mentioned here may or may not include me. Did you go to a Peter’s house after school on a Tuesday too? You may wonder why, why this … Continue reading
A traditional Irish Halloween description, complete with Irish Barmbrack recipe. Continue reading
A review of Neven Maguire’s astoundingly good restaurant, MacNean house, and ode to my granny, whose 87th birthday was the reason we got to spend a Sunday afternoon in foodie heaven. Irish ingredients, Irish chef, Irish food. It does the Irish proud. Continue reading
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Cake in the country 