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Irish Flag 1/3 oz Bailey's Irish Cream 1/3 oz Creme de Menthe, green 1/3 oz Grand Marnier .
In a shot glass, layer creme de menthe first, then Bailey's, then Grand
Marnier. Make sure each floats on the other. Beannachtam na Femle
Padrag!  Irish Jello 1 Cup Liqueur, melon 1 Cup Rum, light 1 Cup Water 1 pkg. Jello (Lime) Boil water. Mix all ingredients in large bowl. Pour into plastic shot glasses. Put in refrigerator over night. Irish Mudslide 1 oz. Bailey's Irish Cream Fill with Root Beer Use a chilled beer mug. Add Irish cream and fill with root beer. Irish Potatoe 1/2 shot Bailey's Irish Cream Few drops Goldschläger 1/2 shot Rum, coconut Pour Irish Cream and coconut rum over ice add a few drops of Goldschlager. Mix and pour in shot glass. Irish Rider 1/4 oz. Liqueur, raspberry 1/4 oz. Triple Sec 3/4 oz Whiskey, Irish . 3 oz Sour Mix . Ice Combine whiskey, triple sec and sour mix. Shake with ice and pour all into the glass. Drizzle raspberry liqueur on top. Irish Trash Can 1 part Curacao, blue 1 part Gin 1 part Rum, light 1 part Schnapps, peach 1 part Triple Sec 1 part Vodka 1 can Red Bull
Fill glass full of ice, then add all liquors and stir. Add full can of
Red Bull. It will float and slowly seep down the glass, turning the mix
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There came a very bad year one-time. One day the fox was near the shore
of the Lakes of Killarney, and he couldn’t find a bird or anything else
to eat. Then he spied three ducks a bit out from the shore and thought
to himself that if he could catch hold of them, he would have a fine
meal.
There was some water parsnip with very large leaves
growing by the shore, and he swam out to it and cut off two big leaves
of it with his teeth. He held one of them at each side of his mouth and
swam toward the ducks. The never felt anything until he had taken one
of them off with him.
Very satisfied with himself, he
brought her ashore, laid her down, and decided to try and catch the
other two as well- ‘tis seldom they would be an offer!
He
caught a second duck by the same trick and left her dead near the
first. Then out he swam for the third and brought her in. But, if he
did, there was no trace of the other two where he had left them .
“May god help me!” said he. “I have only the one by my day’s work. What’ll I do? I wonder who is playing tricks on me.”
He looked all around but couldn’t see an enemy anywhere. Then he looked
toward the cliff that was nearby, and what did he spy but the nest of
an eagle high up on it.
“No one ever took my two ducks but the eagle,” said he. “As good as I am at thieving, there’s a bigger thief above my head.”
He didn’t know how to get at the eagle. Then he saw a fire smoldering
not far away, where men had been working at a quarry a few days before.
They had a fire and it was still burning slowly under the surface of
the ground. He dragged the duck to the fire and pulled her hither and
thither through the embers. Then he left her down on the grass and hid.
The eagle must have been watching out for the third duck too,
for down he swooped and snatched her up to his nest. No sooner did the
dead duck’s body touch the dry nest than the nest caught fire---there
were live embers stuck in the duck’s feathers. Down fell the blazing
nest with the three dead ducks as well as the eagle’s three young ones
inside it, so the fox had six birds for his supper.
Didn’t he get his own back well on the eagle?
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Ingredients :
8 ounces Raisins Grated rind of 1 lemon
150 milliliters Whiskey
6 ounces Softened butter
3 Eggs
6 ounces Soft brown sugar
6 ounces Plain flour
1 pinch Salt
1 pinch Ground cloves
1 teaspoon Baking powder
8 Juice of 1 lemon ounces Confectioners' sugar
Warm water as needed Crystallized lemon slices*
Preparation :
Put the raisins and grated lemon rind into a bowl with the whiskey, and leave overnight to soak.
Grease a 7-inch cake pan, and line the bottom with parchment; preheat oven to 350F.
Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
Separate the eggs and sift the flour, salt, cloves and baking powder into a bowl.
Beat the yolks into the butter and sugar one by one, including a spoonful of flour and beating well after each addition.
Gradually add the whiskey and raisin mixture, alternating with the remaining flour. Do not overbeat at this stage.
Finally, whisk the egg whites until stiff and fold them into the mixture with a metal spoon.
Turn into the prepared pan and bake in the preheated oven for about 1
1/2 hours, or until well risen and springy to the touch ~- or test with
a skewer: when it comes out clean, the cake's ready.
Turn out and cool on a wire rack.
Meanwhile, make the icing by mixing the lemon juice with the sieved
confectioners' sugar and just enough water to make a pouring
consistency.
Put a dinner plate under the cake rack to catch
the drips, and pour the icing over the cake a tablespoonful at a time,
letting it dribble naturally down the sides. Don't worry if a lot of it
ends up on the plate underneath -- just scoop it up and put it on top
again.
When the icing has set, it can be decorated with crystallized lemon slices if you like.
| Supplies: Large laminated green shamrocks, taped to the floor, one for each child Irish Jig Music How To Play:
Every child begins by standing on a shamrock that has been taped to the
floor. Start the music and have the children walk around the room. When
the music stops they need to stand on a shamrock or they're out. Remove
one shamrock after each musical segment.
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Angry Irishman
2 oz. Bailey's Irish Cream
2 oz. Whiskey, Irish
3 Ice cubes
Pour Bailey's and whiskey over 3 cubes of ice in an old fashioned glass and stir.
Celtic Mix Cocktail
1 oz Whiskey, Irish .
1 1/2 oz. Whiskey, Scotch
1 dash Bitters
1/2 oz. Lemon Juice
Shake ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Strain into a cocktail glass.
Chocolate Leprechaun
1 oz Bailey's Irish Cream .
Fill with Milk
2 tbsp. Chocolate Syrup (Hershey's)
Combine ingredients in a collins glass and stir well.
Fuzzy Irishman
1 part Bailey's Irish Cream
1 part Liqueur, raspberry
1 part Schnapps, butterscotch
Pour raspberry, butterscotch and Bailey's in that order. Not a layered shot, lass, but must be done like that.
Irish Coffee
2 oz Whiskey, Irish .
Fill with Coffee
2 oz. Cream
1 tsp. Sugar
Add
whiskey and sugar to a coffee mug, and fill with coffee, leaving room
for the cream. Float the cream on top (be careful, it's hard). Make
sure the cream is chilled. Do not stir the cream in.
Irish Fix
1/2 oz. Irish Mist
2 oz. Whiskey, Irish
1/2 oz. Lemon Juice
1 oz. Pineapple Juice
1 Lemon slice
1/2 tsp. Sugar Syrup
Shake ingredients with ice in a cocktail shaker. Strain over ice into an Old-fashioned glass. Garnish with a lemon slice.
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So what's all this talk of kissing the Blarney Stone?
Blarney
Castle is located in County Cork, Ireland. Built in 1446 by Cormac
Laidhim McCarthy (Lord of Muskerry) the Blarney stone is located in the
southern tower wall between the main castle wall and the parapet. In
order to kiss the stone one has to lie on their back and bend backward
(and downward), holding iron bars for support. It is said that the
Blarney stone has magical properties. As legend has it an old woman
cast a spell on the stone to reward a king who had saved her from
drowning. Kissing the stone gave the king the ability to speak sweetly
and convincingly.
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May luck be our companion
May friends stand by our side
May history remind us all
Of Ireland's faith and pride.
May God bless us with happiness
May love and faith abide.
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
That's the Irish for you!
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
May you have:
A world of wishes at your command
God and his angels close at hand
Friends and family their love impart,
And Irish blessings in you heart.
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....And
this is the second plague next, namely the Brown Mouse; that is , a
puppy which a widow’s son found in the hollow of a tree-trunk, and the
widow reared it until it was big, At last however it turned
against the widow’s sheep, and killed her cows and her son, and killed
her herself; and went after that to the Great Pig’s Glen. It would
devastate a farmstead in Ulster every night, and lie asleep every
day. “Rid us of it, Celtchar!”! said Conchobar. Celtchar went to
the woods and brought away an alder log, and a whole was bored through
it as long as his arm, and he boiled it in fragrant herbs and honey and
grease, until it was supple and tough. Celtchar went to the cave
where the Brown Mouse used to sleep, and entered the cave early before
the Brown Mouse should come after its ravages. It
came with its snout lifted up to the scent of the trunk, and Celtchar
pushed the trunk out through the cave towards it. The hound took
it in its jaws and set its teeth in it, and the teeth stuck
in the tough wood. Celtchar dragged the trunk towards him
and the hound dragged in the other direction; and Celtchar thrust his
arm along inside the log, until he brought its heart up through
its mouth, so that he had it in his hand. And he took its head
with him....
-Irish ninth century
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Ingredients :
1 large corned beef brisket
2 or 3 cans of cheap beer, e.g. MGD
a couple of dried chilies, perhaps serranos
1 or 2 teaspoons coriander seeds
1 or 2 teaspoons mustard seeds
a few dashes cinnamon
a few dashes of allspice
3 or 4 large potatoes, scrubbed and chopped in quarters
5 or 6 carrots, coarsely sliced
3 or 4 turnips, scrubbed and sliced
1 large cabbage, coarsely chopped
1 lb mixed beans
Preparation :
Buy a corned beef brisket at your local supermarket.
In a pot, pour 12 ounces of beer. Add a bay leaf or two, a dried red
chile or two, a teaspoon or two of coriander seeds, a teaspoon or two
of mustard seeds, a few dashes of cinnamon, a few dashes of allspice,
and all the juice from the corned beef pack.
Put the corned
beef on a steamer rack in the pot and add water to bring the liquid
level up to the bottom of the rack. Cover the pot and put it on some
heat and bring the liquid to a boil. Steam for several hours (it took
me five hours for a 4 lb brisket) until the meat doesn't feel rubbery
when you stick a fork in it.
Add water or beer or both as needed to keep some liquid in the pot. [I usually steam the corned beef over night.]
Remove the meat and slice.
Remove the steamer rack.
Leave all the other stuff in the pot and put in some potatoes and carrots and turnips or whatever.
Add water [or MGD!] to cover and boil until the stuff is cooked.
Remove all the vegetables and potatoes. [I leave the potatoes, carrots
and turnips in.] Put the steamer rack back in and put in some cabbage
wedges. Steam them for about five to ten minutes, depending on how
crisp or soggy you like cabbage. [I use 15 minutes.]
Serve.
Get out some beans which you have thoughtfully left soaking overnight
in water (I used white beans, red beans and black beans all mixed up).
Drain them and put them in a pot. Cover them with the liquid that you
have been using to cook the corned beef and cabbage and potatoes and
vegetables. The liquid should be about an inch higher than the beans.
Simmer for three or four hours or until the beans are as firm or as
mushy as you like them. The beans will not be ready with the rest of
the meal but, as the original poster noted, you can eat them reheated
the next day when the flavors have had a chance to "marry".
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We celebrate Saint Patrick's Day each year on March 17th. The festive
holiday has everyone wearing green (so they don't get pinched) and
chatting of four leaf clovers, shamrocks, lucky leprechauns, and
kissing some big rock called a blarney stone. Does it all sound a bit
strange? It did to me too but after a bit of research it all made
sense. Here's what I found out.
 Did
you know that Saint Patrick's name at birth was Maewyn Succat? He was
born somewhere near the end of the fourth century and took on the name
Patrick or Patricus, after he became a priest, much later in his life.
At the age of sixteen Maewyn Succat was kidnapped from his native land
of Britain, by a band pirates, and sold into slavery in Ireland. Maewyn
worked as a shepherd and turned to religion for solace. After six long
years of slavery he escaped to the northern coast of Gaul.
In
Gaul, Maewyn became Patrick (a more christian name) and studied in the
monastery under St. Germain, bishop of Auxerre for twelve years. He
came to believe that it was his calling to convert the pagans of
Ireland to Christianity. St. Palladius was appointed to go to Ireland
first but transferred to Scotland two years later opening up the door
for Patrick. Patrick was about sixty years old when he arrived in
Ireland and it is said that he had a winning personality that helped
him win converts. He used the shamrock, which resembles a three-leafed
clover, to help explain the concept of the Trinity (father, son, holy
spirit).
Patrick was arrested several times, but escaped each
time. He traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries and
setting up schools and churches to aid in converting the Irish country
to Christianity. Legend has it that Saint Patrick drove all the snakes
out of Ireland. Evidently, they all went into the sea and drowned. The
snake is a pagan symbol and perhaps this is a figurative tale
explaining that he drove paganism out of Ireland.
Patrick's
mission in Ireland lasted for thirty years. He then retired to County
Down and died on March 17 in 461 AD. That day has been commemorated as
St. Patrick's Day ever since. The first year St. Patrick's Day was
celebrated in this country was 1737 in Boston, Massachusetts. As the
saying goes, on this day "everybody is Irish!" Over 100 U.S. cities now
hold Saint Patrick's Day parades.
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About 4000 years ago, it was the accepted practice in Babylonia that
for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his
son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and
because their calender was lunar based, this period was called the
"honey month" or what we know to day as the "Honey moon"
Before invention of the thermometer, brewers used to check the
temperature by dipping their thumb, to find whether appropriate for
adding Yeast. Too hot, the yeast would die. This is where we get the
phrase " The Rule of the Thumb"
In English pubs, ale is
ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got
unruly, the bartender used to yell at themto mind their own pints and
quarts and settle down. From where we get "mind your own P's and Q's".
After consuming a vibrant brew called Aul or Ale, the Vikings would go
fearlessly to the battlefield, without their armour, or even their
shirts. The "Berserk" means "bear shirt" in norse, and eventually to
the meaning of wild battles.
Way down in 1740, the Admiral
Veron of the British fleet decided to water down the navy's rum, which
naturally, the sailors weren't pleased with. They nicknamed the Admiral
Old Grog, after the still stiff grogram coats he used to wear. The term
grog soon began to mean the watered down drink itself. When you are
drunk on this this grog, you are "groggy", a word still in use.
Long ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim
of their beer mugs or ceremic/glass cups. The whistle was used to order
services. Thus we get the phrase, "wet your whistle".
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Ingredients:
Use Sprite, 7Up or ginger ale, green ice cubes.
Preparation:
Pour one cup of Sprite, 7Up or ginger ale.
Add green ice cubes.
As the ice cubes begin to melt, the drink will magically change colors.
To make green ice cubes:
In a plastic ice cube tray, fill with water. Place 2-3 drops of green
food coloring. You may need to experiement with drops to get the right
color of cubes to get the desired effect when melting.
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I was born and bred in Sandy Row a loyal orange Prod.
A follower of King William that noble man of God,
My motto no surrender my fleg the Union Jack
And every year I’d proudly walk to Finaghy and back.
A loyal son of Ulster a true blue that was me
Prepared to fight prepared to die for faith and liberty.
As well as that a Linfield man far back as I can mind
I had no time for Catholics or people of that kind.
But then one night in Bangor I met wee Rosie Brown,
From the moment I set eyes on her my heart went up and down
And when I thought she fancied me my heart was all a buzz
I clean forgot to ask her what her religion was.
I never slept a wink that night I just laid there in bed,
I thought about wee Rosie and all the things we’d said
I know I should have asked before I made a date
Before I fell in love with her but by then it was too late
When next we met I told her “I’m a Prod and staunch and true”
She said “I’m a Catholic and I’m just as staunch as you.“
The words were harsh and bitter then suddenly like this
The centuries of hatred were forgotten in one kiss.
That night I dreamt about her a strange confusing dream
I dreamt we both were singing “ The Wearin of the Green”
And as we walked to Finaghy full of harmony and hope
Who was there to greet us but his Holiness the Pope.
When I awoke I new that dream was even more than true
The future we were heading for would be confusing too.
Indeed when I thought about it, it was all to clear
That was to be the understatement of the year.
I knew our love could bring us little but trouble and distress
But nothing in this world could make me love my Rosie less.
I saved a bit of money as quickly as I could
I asked her if she’d marry me and by God she said she would.
Then the trouble really started her folks were flaming mad
And when mine heard about it sure they were twice as bad,
Her father said that from that day he’d hang his head in shame
And by a strange coincidence my oul lad said the same.
My mother cried her eyes out and said I’d rue the day
I’d let a Papish hussy steal my royal heart away.
And Rose’s mother said when she’d recovered from the blow
She’d rather see the Divil than a man from Sandy Row.
In deference to Rosie we were married in her church
But my clergyman was there as well; he didn’t leave me in the lurch.
The Priest was awfully nice to me he made me feel at home
I think he pitied both of us for our families wouldn’t come.
The house we went to live in had nothing but four walls,
It was far away from Sandy Row and farther from the Falls.
And that’s the way we wanted it for both of us new well
That back among the ones we knew our lives would just be hell.
But life out there for Rosie was lonely I knew well
And of course we had our wee religious differences too,
When Friday came along and Rosie gave me fish
I looked at it and then at her and said ”That’s not my dish.”
I mind well what she answered though she never said it twice
“To ate no meat on Friday is a poor wee sacrifice
To make for Christ who died one Friday long ago.”
But anyway I ate the fish and it wasn’t bad you know.
Then Sunday came and I lay on and she got up for Mass.
Then Rosie turned to me and said “ Will you shift your lazy ass
You’ve got a Church to go to and that’s where you should be
So up you get this minute you’ll go part of the road with me.”
We left the house together but we parted down the line,
She went off to her Church and I went off to mine
But all through out the service although we were apart
I felt I was worshiping with Rosie in my heart.
The weeks and months went quickly by and then there comes the day
That Rosie up and tells me that a child is on the way.
Then from that day my life becomes a wondrous thing
Like a lovely flower unfolding its petals in the spring.
We wrote and told our families for they never came to call
And we thought this news would heal the breach and so it did an all.
My Mother and then Rosies come to visit us in turn
And I marveled at the power of a wee child yet unborn.
Och but I was awful disillusioned when I found out why they came
It wasn’t just to heal the breach or make it up again,
Rosie’s Mother had come to say the child would be RC
And mine had come to say it would be a Protestant like me.
The rows before the wedding were surely meek and mild
Compared to all the rumpus that was ris about the child,
From both sides of the family insults and threats were hurled
O what a desperate way to welcome a wee angel to this world.
The child must be a Catholic no the child must be a Prod,
But the last and powerful voice I heard was the mighty voice of God
When to is awful wisdom I had to hang my head
When Rosies time had come at last the child was born but dead.
That night I sat by Rosies bed and just before the dawn
I kissed her as she left me to join our angel son.
This orange heart was broken within these four bare walls
Where the hells the Shankill and where the hells the Falls.
In all the years that’s past since then years of grief and pain
I’d give my life and even more just to see her face again.
But the loneliness is near over now I’ll see her soon I know
For the Doctor told me yesterday that I haven’t long to go.
And when I go up yonder they’ll let me in I hope
And when the ask me who I’m for King Billy or the Pope,
I’m going to take no chances I’ll answer loud and clear
I’m just a loyal Protestant who loved, a Papish girl.
But one way or another I think they’ll let me through
And Rosie will be waiting there, and our wee angel too
Then a little child will lead them the Papisher and the Prod
Up the golden steps of Heaven into the house of God.
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His wife had been killed in an accident and the police were questioning Finnegan.
"Did she say anything before she died?" asked the sergeant.
"She spoke without interruption for about forty years," said theIrishman.
A young gentleman sitting at a bar with his pet pig asks for a couple
of drinks. The confused bartender said no animals were allowed at the
bar.
The man proceeded to say "Ah, but this is a very
special pig. Just last week there was a fire in the house andthat pig
came charging out of his pen into the house and woke us all up .Then a
few days later my son fell into the pool and that pig was grazing out
on the lawn,and he came running and jumped into the pool and saved my
son. "
"Well " said the bartended "I guess this pig is very
special so I'll get him a drink. By the way I noticed that he is
missing one leg, what happened? "
"Well said the young man, when you got a pig this good you don't eat him all at once !!!"
The Doctor was puzzled "I'm very sorry but I can't diagnose your trouble, Mahoney. I think it must be drink. "
"Don't worry about it Dr. Kelley, I'll come back when you're sober."
"Hey Patrick, do I hear you spitting in the vase on the mantelpiece ?"
"No, Nora, but I'm getting closer all the time !"
Murphy told Quinn that his wife was driving him to drink.
Quinn thinks he's very lucky because his own wife makes him walk !!
Mike lay dying on his bed when his wife Brigid came in to him and asked if there was anything he wanted.
Mike said "Brigid, what is that delicious smell coming from the kitchen?"
And Brigid replied "Oh Mike that is a ham I am baking ."
Mike thought, and said "Brigid, as my dying wish I would love to have some of that ham you're cooking."
Then Brigid said "Oh Mike, I'm saving that for the wake !!"
"Did you hear that Flanagan invented an invisible deodorant ?" "No, what good is it ?"
"Well if you use, you vanish and no one knows where the smell is coming from !"
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May you be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead!
When Irish eyes are smiling, Tis like a morn in spring. With a lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing When Irish hearts are happy All the world is bright and gay When Irish eyes are smiling Sure, they steal your heart away. May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head.
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?
May the best day of your past
Be the worst day of your future.
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Ingredients :
To make one 8-inch round loaf, you will need:
4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 to 1 1/2 cups buttermilk
Preparation :
Preheat the oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit.
Sift the flour, soda and salt together into a deep mixing bowl.
Gradually add 1 cup of buttermilk, mixing with a large spoon until the
dough is firm enough to be gathered into a large ball. If the dough
crumbles, add some more of the buttermilk, a tablespoon at a time,
until the particles adhere.
Place the dough on a lightly
floured board, and pat and shape it into a flat circular loaf about 8
inches in diameter and 1 1/2 inches thick.
Set the loaf on a
floured baking sheet. With the tip of a small knife, cut a 1/2 inch
deep cross into the dough, dividing the top of the loaf into quarters.
Bake the bread in the middle of the oven for about 45 minutes, or until the top is golden brown.
Remove from the oven and wrap in a clean cloth and let cool on a wire rack for about 20 minutes.
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May you always have Walls for the winds, A roof for the rain, Tea beside the fire, Laughter to cheer you, Those you love near you, And all your heart might desire!
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grow in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before.
May you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent.
May those who love us, love us
And those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts
And if he can't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping!
As you slide down the banister of life,
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Ingredients :
1 lb lamb
3 lbs potatoes
1/2 lb carrots
1/2 lb parsnips
2 or 3 onions
Oil for sautéing.
1 Tbsp brown sugar
2 cups liquid
(stock from the bones if you have time to make it: or a combination of
meat stock, wine and water, whatever flavorful liquid you have to
hand). Salt, pepper, 5 bay leaves, 1 tsp basil
Preparation :
Cut meat into 1-inch cubes. Brown the onions and the meat with a bit of oil.
Slice up the carrots and parsnips . Sauté them for a few minutes and then add just a little bit of brown sugar to glaze them.
Meanwhile, be peeling and slicing the potatoes. Slice small potatoes in
four, big ones in 6 or 8 pieces. Stick them in a casserole dish with
the meat and onions, and add the liquid. If desired, add some barley,
but only a small amount (a handful), as it swells up a lot, and add the
extra liquid.
Add salt and pepper, a few bay leaves, some basil and other herbs if you want.
Cover the dish and bake the potatoes and meat in a 350 oven for about
40 minutes, then add the carrots and parsnips. (If you just want to
leave it cooking, you can add everything at the same time). It needs to
cook for about 1 or 1.5 hours, it's ready when the potatoes are tender.
Mash some of the potatoes in the liquid when you're eating it, very
delicious! Serve hot this vegetable rich meat dish prepared in a
traditional Irish way. Quite a treat for a mild March evening on the St
Patrick's Day.
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