Honey & Mustard Marinaded Pork Cutlets

Well I have promised you recipes, and so here is a yummy one for Honey Mustard Marinated Pork cutlets, courtesy of Bord Bia, and their fabulous quality assured Irish Pork (Irish baby, it’s all good). This is super simple and just lovely. I recommend making the marinade on a Sunday so you have an easy … Continue reading

Genetics…

Autosomal dominant, anyone? We have 3 lambs that aren’t panda lambs. Defying the odds 🙂

Photo of the day (I’ve lost count.. 8? 9?)

I just loved the colours the other day. Great light. Our trees are growing! Yay. Getting 2 cherry blossom and a few more apple trees to plant in the corner. Someday we will get the house actually properly finished (since 1991 we’ve been at it I believe).

Photo of the day 04

Another of my favourite oldies: I do believe I was attempting to say something to the tune of ‘Ah here, you with the city accent, I’ll show you how that’s done. (Alternatively, ‘Out of the way Boy, I’ll show you how it’s done’) You in the dress, get back from these, this is no place … Continue reading

Photo(s) of the day 2

For the record, Hope did wreck his head for at least 5 minutes beforehand. She is quite high maintenance. Hope, Murphy, Nick. They were picking on Nick 😦 Poor Nick.

Ode to Cuteness (and Name suggestions?)

So I was dutifully completing a project for Colaiste when my phone began to ring.  It was farmer Richie, who informed me of 2 additions to the farm. Lambs! 2 lambs! So at a pace approaching the speed of sound, I was up and grabbing the nearest camera and hopping about whilst simultaneously trying to … Continue reading

Corgan’s day out

It was windy out. It was cold. It looked like rain. There was only one thing for it, we were going to the beach. What else would you be doing in cold, wet and windy weather. So after inducing a healthy level of excitement in Corgan, we opened the boot and in he jumped. And … Continue reading

Ah the sunny days of yore

Long long ago, back in a decade of purple shiny leggings and crimped hair, I survived the 90s. As a child. It was tough. But children can be forgiven for 90s fashion. They didn’t know any better really. And photos were less rife then, thank the lord. As this was before the days of broadband, … Continue reading