Where's the beef?

Defeat! I admit it. Day one of late class and not a post to be found around here...

No new news of the creative concoction as a result of the delicata squash I uncovered at the farmers market this morning...

No photos or words to describe the comforting aroma of spicy turkey stuffed cabbage I plan to make for dinner one night this week...

No description of the almost certain fiasco that will ensue when I decide to try my hand at canning (probably this weekends activity and PLEASE feel free to shed pearls of wisdom before I infect anyone with ill packaged cans of tomato sauce!)...

Nope, just me asking nicely that anyone who drops by take a look at my more interesting posts like those about our recent trip to London, Paris, Dublin or Galway.

Or perhaps you would like to see how colorful your dinner could be by taking a look at my interpretation of Gulliver's salad. Or perhaps you need some inspiration to spark a culinary fire, in which case may I suggest you take a look at our adventures in homemade cheese?

Either way, there are certainly posts more interesting than this where I'm doing something other than wishing for the scratchy throat, throbbing head and cabbie strike to subside.

Maybe you really didn't mean to stop by anyway and would rather visit my friend David who always has something new to report, or maybe you want to be inspired to really create something in which case I recommend you see the fabulous AmandaJean. Or you could do what I always do and just drool over the creations of the talented Tartelette.

That should keep you entertained for a while, or at least until I can post something more inspiring!

Until then...

From the east to the west, and everywhere in between

This mornings adventure was one of splendor. We woke at an un-g-dly hour to catch a train out from the eastern seaboard of Dublin towards the western parts of Galway and finally the cliffs of moher.

Ironically, the transportation was the most remarkable part of the journey. Travelling through the expansive and bucolic flatlands of central Ireland, we were greeted with a myriad of grazers dotting the countryside. Sheep, horses, cows and any combination there of were found in great quantity enjoying the lush green landscape. (forgive the photos taken out the window of our train at 50 kph in the rain)
Upon arriving to Galway we quickly found our bus to the cliffs of moher

En route we were greeted with the breathtaking hills common to the Burren, sprawling with their legendary stone walls to keep livestock safe while to the east the waves were breaking along the coast.
As if the trip itself were not worthy of several postcards home, we arrived and found ourselves here:

and here:

Where my words will fail to describe natures blessing of such a place.


Of course when we returned to Galway we were in desperate need of nourishment so we stumbled here:
to have some lovely Galway chowder and of course, a pint! After a brief stop in the loo,

We wandered around the city and were thrilled that these couch potatoes (meaning us and our Irish counterparts):

had ventured to a far land and met like minded city dwellers purchasing good from their local fish mongers:
Returning to Dublin found us in a fog of delight. If our trip ended now, we would be perfectly thrilled.

And another day is gone, with another day to look forward to tomorrow.

Thank goodness for a good nights rest.