No famine in Ireland, she reports
And I know this because I've just come back with not only the usual sweaters
but an extra five pounds.
As promised, most of the breakfasts were based on sausage, bacon, black and
white pudding, etc. Once in a while I had porridge with heavy cream.
Lunches were creamy vegetable soups and hearty pub sandwiches, washed down
with Guinness.
But dinners! Ah! Salmon, of course, in every possible manner, pheasant
terrine, Connemara lamb, Galway oysters, Dublin Bay prawns. Desserts were
deadly: raspberry and pistachio semifreddo, profiteroles, pavlovas, trifles,
etc.
Yeah, spuds, too. Ever had a couscous timbale with potato filling? How about
a bed of mashed under almost every entree? Or a selection of boiled, mashed
and scalloped in family-style serving bowls?
Now we go into the penance phase, a few weeks on Slimfast.
Thanks to those who wished me a good trip. It was one of the best.
Fat Felice
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