Weekend 5: Antidote

Well, what better way to get back on the horse than by cooking your husband (or your bear) a lovely Saturday lunch, and checking out the local beach. 🙂

Roast chicken with red pepper and orange; buttered cabbage; pickled beetroot, carrot & flat parsley salad


Week 4: Ballymaloe Cookery School on Tour!

It’s been a funny week, this one. It seemed less demanding than usual in the kitchen: either the recipes were getting easier (no chilling, lining a flan ring and baking blind) or I’m getting more used to it. I wondered what was up as I spent quite a while meditatively shredding chicken for a salad, then decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It will probably never happen again. Continue reading “Week 4: Ballymaloe Cookery School on Tour!”

Week 3: The Swing of Things

When I started the course, 12 weeks seemed like a long time, but this week has flown by, and I  find myself a quarter of the way through already. Suddenly, the remaining 9 weeks don’t seem that long at all.

Here’s an idea of how things are moving along, from my first ‘proper’ morning in the kitchen to last Friday:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWed 21 Sept– Brown soda bread, Potato soup with basil pesto, fork biscuits, lemonade

Fri 7 Oct– Hake in Panagrattato with Duchesse Potato, Buttered Cucmber with Fennel, Rocket & Cherry Tomato Salad, Brown Yeast Bread, Sweet White Scones & finishing a classmate’s Apple Jelly Continue reading “Week 3: The Swing of Things”

The Bear goes to Ballymaloe!

Well, well, I’m actually typing this at the kitchen table in Pennyworth Cottage in Ballymaloe Cookery School.

farmer-hoggettFor years, I’ve said that the first thing I’d do if I won the Lotto/when I retired, was the 12 week cookery course in Ballymaloe. I don’t know how it happened but it was a little like Babe: ‘Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored. For in them, lie the seeds of destiny‘. Continue reading “The Bear goes to Ballymaloe!”

We have a good time…Don’t we?- Maeve Higgins

Within a week of leaving Cobh, this is what I realised- there are millions of ways of living’.

Oh Maeve. All those times I spotted posters for shows in the Firkin Crane just too late, and now you’ve gone to the States (sigh). I think I’d get on very well with Maeve Higgins if I met her. And, in a way, I have. Such is the wonder of books (and having Mr. WB to buy them as presents!) Continue reading “We have a good time…Don’t we?- Maeve Higgins”