in the name of the law
it was a week of firsts: first time in ireland, first funny mocha and, believe it or not, first irish stew! ever since as a lad faced with mum's stew, stew has been synonymous with gruel...not that mum was a bad cook - she wasn't - it was those glistening lumps of boiled-out fatty meat and...carrots!
so what, i was a fussy eater. now i'm up for anything - i've turned adventurivore! except for tripe... and maybe testicles. the stew was gorgeous though a bit more meat would have been nice, a fact corroborated by our guest house hosts. the dumplings superb, as was the colcannon (mash and cabbage).
the murphys were complimentary!
not shown is the gallagher's rhubarb crumble and custard which is to-die-for!
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dubliners are disarmingly pragmatic. our sweet hosts offered full irish breakfast including - vegetarians look away now - both white and black pudding.
overheard on our first morning, a well-spoken english woman asked what was white pudding?
without hesitation, our hostess replied, ''it's black pudd'n - but without the blod!''
OHG I am so hungry NOW. Am snacking on whipped peanut butter & crackers... but now I want meat n potatoes!
Cool pic & great description.
Hungry smooch,
The Tart
; )
that is like our "carbonada"...
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