And Mrs GT, being of Irish stock, has always cooked colcannon; it was many years before she realised what this traditional dish from her mother actually was..
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Champ was known as 'poundies' in our house. The spuds were pounded with a big wooden pestle called a beetle. You got a big volcano of poundies, flavoured with scallions - no cabbage - with a dollop of butter in the crater. Sometimes you got a small hard lump of potato which had escaped the beetle - a horrid sensation - which my granny called a 'duke the beetle'. ( cf the episode in Unforgiven when there is a dispute about the pronunciation of Duke between the sheriff and the writer)
A minor point which has always spoken volumes to me is the fact that there are no such things as 'plain' crisps in Ireland. You get either horrified or blank looks if you ask for a packet to accompany a glass of stout. Oh yes, and red lemonade too... This is ignoring all the music I've listened to in bars there and focussing on inconsequential minutiae - but I find these subtle differences fascinating.
Also my Irish friend Jim is vehement that you never ever enter a bar in Ireland straight off the street - there is always a small porch affair - lets you transition from street state to bar state....in my more limited experience he's right.
Patrick - my wife is trying to guess which part you're from. Her lot are from Sligo originally.
[QUOTE=Globaltruth;72270]Also my Irish friend Jim is vehement that you never ever enter a bar in Ireland straight off the street - there is always a small porch affair - lets you transition from street state to bar state....in my more limited experience he's right.[QUOTE]
Don't know about that but there's a bar in these here parts that when you open the door, the bell rings above the door, like in a shop - and all the faces turn and have a look, and then turn back to their drink - I never knew which bit was worse - the bell, the look or the anti-look - and I'll never make up my mind 'cos I don't go there anymore - rubbish beer anyway.
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Reason: it was the bell now that I think about it!
It is when the dog on the floor also turns round in the silence and looks that I get the heebie-jeebies.
On Ireland and food, when I went to Galway, they gave me a white rectangular plate with sections carved into it. Ham I think in one but what really stood out was the swede and turnip. Nothing I have ever had of those has ever come close. It was really wonderful. I did try sticking a load of cream on them at home once, thinking I would recreate it, but all of it was inedible. I've always wondered what they put into them to make that fantastic taste.
Food, music and strong drink - what more could anyone ask for?
Oh yes, truth, beauty and fairness...
Back to the music, probably with Mr O'lianaird. Or Tony Allan (whoops that banjaxes the Celtic Connection - or does it? Think Last King of Scotland)
Global, many a time I've been to Sligo stopping there on my way westward. It's Yeats country after all and the shadow of Ben Bulben stretches for miles around. My own wife is from the Sligo/Donegal border area, and as a boy I spent some holidays in Grange. But, I'm a Northerner and I come from 'lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle' - and you would have to be from Derry to listen to that song. However, here is another Derry boy playing what could be the national anthem.
Originally Posted by Globaltruth
Kind regards to your wife. It's not a good idea to keep her guessing..... or, is it?
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Those Sligo girls eh Patrick?
Originally Posted by PatrickOD
To my eternal shame I have never thoroughly explored the North, just nipped into parts of it and it is on the list to do...