In the Big Smoke (London), existing on the necessities performed in the " today" so that i may enjoy the "tomorrows". I find my sense of creative-self choked by the urban cloud. Though lovely to be with my dearest and oldest friend enjoying walks along the Thames, dinners in the garden and long talks over… Continue reading In The Big Smoke But Dreaming of Green
It was a gray, misty day which only made the fields look more green, as if that were even possible here. The air had a faint sweetness of spring blooms, and often the only sound to be heard was the click-clack of pedals turning vintage chains. Though there were near 200 people pedaling down a… Continue reading A Pedal Through Yesteryear
It's Easter Holy Week in Ireland, and being immersed among a deeper see of Catholics than almost anywhere besides Vatican City, i'm intrigued at the faith and traditions that move this country and make it rich and sincere. The place is full of beautiful sites, ancient history, interesting people and daily cultrual conundrums of curiosity… Continue reading A Dry Day In Ireland a.k.a “No Pints Friday”
The west of Ireland possess a serene yet melancholy beauty that can engross every sense of ones self. A journey across this country's midland takes you from the rolling green fields of dairy cows and thoroughbreds, through knobby fields of fairy mounds and sheep, across the land of loughs and peat bogs, to a barren… Continue reading Stoney Hills, Thatched Roofs and Peat Fires
A glimpse back at last year’s day after Christmas for the Rucksack Foodie, and the Irish traditions the day holds.
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The day after Christmas back home in Missouri includes waking up to a house strewn about with new toys, spending the day indulging on Mom’s Christmas dinner leftovers, and 60% off sales at all major department stores. In Ireland the day after Christmas is so much more!! December 26 is known as St Stephens Day ( La Fheile Stiofan) or The Day of the Wren (La an Dreoilin). The day for many starts out in Catholic Mass, as did mine in hopes i’d find a bit of spiritual explanation for this holiday. A day of a observation for the first Christian martyr, based upon the story of St Stephen who in 35ad was stoned to death by an angry mob for his faith in Jesus and then while be stoned prayed for his assailants souls to be forgiven by God (quite a guy!)
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The bulk of this journey I have found myself in Ireland. Perhaps it was the comfort I took in familiar views, Ireland reminding me of the hills of home. Perhaps it was the friendliness of strangers met in Ireland, the hospitality shared and the endless amounts of craic (good times) to be found. The ancient… Continue reading More than just Guinness & Cabbage….
Off the grid and on the farm is where I can be found as of late. Exiting what turned out to be an unsavory work stay that had brought me back to Ireland from London, I found my way into a truly rewarding and educating experience thanks to some wonderful Irish friends and came to… Continue reading Tractor Pilates and Milking Maid Duties
It's Easter Holy Week in Ireland, and being immersed among a deeper see of Catholics than almost anywhere besides Vatican City, i'm intrigued at the faith and traditions that move this country and make it rich and sincere. The place is full of beautiful sites, interesting people and daily cultrual conundrums of curiosity . One… Continue reading The Easter Flame or “No Pints” Friday In Ireland
Being in and out of Ireland over the past few months, I've really grown comfortable in this familiar but foreign land, due mostly in part to the warm folks that make up this ancient land of faith, passion, and pride. And on no other day of the year will you sense all that with an… Continue reading No Better Place To Be For St. Paddy’s Day!
Wandering the streets of Dingle Ireland, I happened upon a shop window reminiscent of an antique/junk shop in America, upon entry I was pleasantly surprised to find a pub. An almost magical pub called Dick Mac's. A space forgotten to time, known for its Guinness on tap on one side and leather goods and shoe… Continue reading A Sip Back In Time
You never know where one conversation might lead you. This one lead me to the beauty found and the legacy being built from the art of Irish Crystal. I arrived in Dingle Ireland on a late Monday afternoon and was conducting my initial wander about (as I do on any new stop along the way)… Continue reading Visiting With A Master
The scenic beauty of Kerry Co. Ireland presented its lovely welcome just on the other side of Tralee, where the wetlands stretched out into the bay and the Slieve Mish Mountains rose majestically, guiding my way out the peninsula to Dingle. Dingle is a remote part of Ireland and despite the hoards of tourists that… Continue reading Dingle for a Day – Not Long Enough
A sunny day in Ireland, so I took full advantage and wandered a wee road trip out to the very small hill top village of Ardcath to see a man about a sheep. I had the pleasure of meeting Derek Brangan and his sons at a recent Wild Game Potluck Dinner. A country girl at… Continue reading A Day At the Farm…Dinner Inspired!
One of the many reasons I decided to revisit Ireland this month was to attend the annual Game Night Dinner at Dolly Mitchell's Pub, and was it ever a night to remember ! Winding my way through the back hall of this century old roadside pub, crossing out the back door and into a barn… Continue reading A Taste of the Wild Side
Every conceivable cliche' of love known to civilization is at it's maximum use potential today, as love and admiration become a tangible commodity. I could ramble on about the gross exploitation of emotion and contrived gestures of appreciation...but I won't (your welcome) I will however share a bit of history on the day (with an… Continue reading Goatskins, A Martyr & Homemade Pizza… Ingredients For Love
One of the wonderful friends I've met while here in Slane is Eamon. A tall, strapping, football loving Irishman, who's family has lived on the Hill of Slane in the shadow of the historic ruins since the 1930's. Growing up running the hills with other village boys, battling with wooden swords among the stone walls, throwing… Continue reading Brown Bread on The Hill
Despite the short, cloudy days - Ireland this winter is wonderfully mild and perfect for outdoor exploring. Yesterday I was treated to a road trip compliments of my pal Freddie, to awaken the senses and shake off the damp. We ventured north to Carlingford Ireland which lies just across Carlingford Lough (actually a huge estuary) on… Continue reading Waking the Senses in Carlingford Ireland
Venturing the back roads on a rainy, windy day I traveled to Fore Ireland. Home to an enchanting Benedictine Abbey site with a scenic and mysterious bog like location, various ruins and buildings still existing and the lore of it's "7 Wonders of Fore" to boot! A beautiful place with a spooky peacefulness found there.… Continue reading Enchanting Fore Abbey
The day after Christmas back home in Missouri includes waking up to a house strewn about with new toys, spending the day indulging on Mom's Christmas dinner leftovers, and 60% off sales at all major department stores. In Ireland the day after Christmas is so much more!! December 26 is… Continue reading Stoneing, Fox Hunting, & Hot Whisky Does a Holiday Make!
I awoke yesterday morning to fog like none other I had seen and despite it was my second day of driving in Ireland, that even at noon roads could have spots of black ice (temps were only at 42 f) and that I had no map, I was going to explore Loughcrew Cairns. There is… Continue reading Forgotten Hills of Mystery
Being raised in a house full of hunters, dating a few riflemen and cowboys - I've eaten my fair share of woodland bounty. Never being a big fan of game meat, I did enjoy cooking it for those who did. Since being in Ireland my palate has been convinced otherwise! Thanks to artisan butcher Peter… Continue reading For Meat Lovers Only
The Irish historically have been a people to develop and perfect skills of life unlike most other cultures of early existence. The Celts were navigating the earth and building sacred sites mathematically based upon astronomy long before the Egyptians. The neolithic site of Newgrange, just up the road from where I'm staying predates the Pyramids… Continue reading Mr. MaCabe and His Fresh Veg
Last week as I was enjoying my pants being a size smaller i found myself indulging on some of Ireland's most delicious and sometimes not-so-healthy foods. Here is a quick look at some of that deliciousness! ....well obviously I'm not going hungry yet!! And last but not least, I must introduce you to RosaLee a… Continue reading Last Weeks Deliciousness
One of the most grueling pastimes around, Rugby; a sport of constant battle, skillful footing, strength, wit and endurance. Bruises, cuts, sprains and breaks are all part of this challenging sport of gentlemen, but at the end of 80 minutes of play, both teams walk off exhausted and meet up at the nearest pub ready… Continue reading Rugby a Short History …OR… You Did What?? (My Mother Is Not Gonna Like This One)
The Shepard's Pie is a loved dish throughout Ireland and across the British Isle. It's origins stemming from the Middle Ages when minced meat pies were in favor. Most likely the invention of a frugal housewife, the term "Shepard's Pie" is not seen in a written context until 1870, according to The Oxford Companion To… Continue reading A Poor Man’s Dish, That Every Man Loves
Sourcing tradition and quality when it comes to food is a very easy task when in Meath County Ireland! Meet Peter Whelan, of The Whole Hogg Farm, located near Slane Ireland. Peter and his wife Susan began raising the ancient breed of Irish Grazer pigs, aka Tamworth pigs seven years ago and has since brought… Continue reading Peter & The Whole Hogg Farm
http://vimeo.com/53921127 It doesn't take too many pints or "pleases to get an Irishman singing, and I'm finding that pretty much all Irishmen can sing beautifully!! After our visit with artisan butcher Peter Whelan of The Whole Hogg Farm outside of Slane Ireland, we stopped into the Hilltop Pub where they prodded this lovely man Brendon,… Continue reading A wee Irish Tune
Here, pilgrim, stop; rest on yonder monumental slab, beneath the shadow of that tall, ivy-mantled tower, the belfry of the cathedral....it once was gorgeous with the shrines of Fathers, and illumed by many a flickering taper, though now the hemlock fills its aisles, and the purple foxglove waves it's lonely banneret. The ground whereon we… Continue reading Hill of Slane