When I worked in London, lovely wide leaves of wild garlic would arrive in the kitchen every day in season, pre-washed in tidy cellophane bags. That’s how wild garlic comes, I thought in my innocence, straight from the wholesale greengrocer and hermetically sealed for freshness, ready to be tossed into salads.
Silly, silly moi.
Three kilometres, about two miles, off the West Kerry coast lies an archipelago of six islands called the Blaskets. The largest of these is Great Blasket Island, in Irish An Blascaod Mór. If you choose to read more about the island, you’ll find adjectives such as “otherworldly” or “mystical”. These descriptions are accurate.
I’m a bit worried about living in the country because I’ve never done it before. There, I’ve said it. As a native Chicagoan, who has always lived in a large town within an hour of a major city, I’m feeling uneasy about the peace and quiet ahead—as much as I love where we’re going.
Boxty on the griddle,
Boxty in the pan.
If you can’t make boxty,
You’ll never get a man.
Ooh, them’s fightin’ words!
…and a donkey
My apologies for having gone quiet lately; I certainly haven’t forgotten RMR — it has been weighing heavily on my conscience, I assure you! I’ve been playing around with a few different ideas to share, but until now I’ve only had time to get one of them up to scratch: a multi-cultural comfort dish, Cabbage & Chorizo Risotto.