Last month it was time to harvest the broad beans, duly presided over by one Francis Bear. Continue reading “Beans please!”
This review needs a disclosure to begin with: I spent two years in college with Caitriona Lally, before she decided to change tack and study English instead. We’d lost touch over the years, so when ‘Eggshells’ first appeared, I spent a while wondering ‘Is that…?’ before confirming that yes, it was ‘my’ Catriona Lally.
There is something Joycean about ‘Eggshells’, in a stream of consciousness and love letter to Dublin sort of way. In fact, were I to live in Dublin, I could see myself on an ‘Eggshells Tour’, following in character Vivian’s footsteps (and bus routes), as she negotiates the city, trying to find somewhere she belongs. Vivian doesn’t know where she fits in, and neither, it seems, does anyone else- not her neighbours or her incongruously named sister, Vivian.
‘ I used to bring home damp and gleaming shells, I used to think that if I found the perfect shell I would find the shape of the world, but I was always disappointed’.
This is not so much a story as an observational character study. I imagine how you react to it may depend on your tolerance for Vivian’s eccentricity and obsessiveness (there are many lists of items throughout that Vivian diligently copies into her notebook). Vivian provides a different way of looking at world, both its notable and mundane aspects. Perhaps it is a form of observation that we as readers could bring to our own locales to view them afresh, be that in Dublin or elsewhere.
I’ve always been envious of those people who have ‘posh’ picnics, with an endless variety of tidbits & general luxuries with seemingly no effort. Well, now I’ve joined their ranks! It took a little planning, but definitely a sign that I’m a more efficient cook than previously. Continue reading “The Posh Picnic!”
Well, it’s hard to believe that it’s over seven months since I finished my 12 week course in Ballymaloe Cookery School, and I’m definitely a lot more settled than in my previous Limbo Land post. The allotment has been bearing fruit (literally, you have no idea how many raspberries are in my freezer), and I’ve been using orders of work for ‘fancy’ dinners at home.
Not only that, but I decided to try out my new skills in the outside world too, in the form of a stage (rhymes with ‘Taj’, trust the French to make things sound fancy!) Continue reading “What to do after Ballymaloe”
This blog post is one for the ladies, so it’s time to say goodbye to my most loyal reader. See you later Dad. No seriously, stop reading. Now.
Right then, hello everyone else. This is a bit of an unusual post for me. I am definitely not a ‘beauty blogger’, but this post is the exception that proves the rule. Continue reading “Barely there hair”
I’ve enjoyed Emma Donoghue’s previous novels ‘Room’ & ‘The Sealed Letter’. ‘Frog Music was a present from Mr. WB, which I got around to reading a year later, as seems to be my wont. Continue reading “Frog Music-Emma Donoghue”
Regular readers are probably wondering what’s become of the allotment. There’s been a conspicuous silence since it was last mentioned in April.
There has not been a conspicuous absence of work though. Looking at the photo below, I think you’ll agree that Mr. WB has done an amazing job.
In the absence of a drone, I shimmied up a ladder to give you a good view: Continue reading “Allotment Update!”
It may be a cliched title, but Litfest 2017 certainly did provide food for thought, and plenty of it. I was lucky enough to be volunteering and got to see plenty of the action between shifts. Continue reading “Food for Thought”