– Are you tired of hearing about Ireland? Truth be told, I thought I’d be done by now. But damn, a lot happened in Ireland. (I realize I could be referring to both our trip, and to the country’s rich history. Since both would be accurate statements, I am leaving that sentence intentionally vague). Every…
– In case you were unable to gather it from yesterday’s post, Guinness is a big deal in Ireland. Okay, calm down. Yes, I realize there is far more to Ireland than Guinness (trust me, I GET IT). I’m not trying to upset anyone. I don’t mean to overgeneralize or to come off as a…
– My husband is a beer drinker. It’s one of the many things I love about him. He looks great in a suit; he taught me which fork to use at fancy dinners (when in doubt, start at the outside and move in towards your plate); and he can discuss 20th century art without sounding…
– Usually, my WTF Wednesdays are not serious. They have to do with the many odd things I’ve encountered while traveling: inscrutable showers, another passenger’s toes in my personal space, more inscrutable showers … you know, the usual things that make my forehead wrinkle in confusion, then laugh. This was not the case with the…
– I was going to write about The Troubles today, but just thinking about doing so after yesterday’s tome on Irish history made my brain hurt. So instead I’m going to write about candy. I know. I know. I’m awful. But tomorrow is Halloween, and I figured I’d better get a jump on a sugar high…
– We walked right by Made in Belfast, and didn’t even realize it. “I know exactly where it is,” Rand said confidently, as we walked across a pavement slick with the rain that seemed to fall pretty much constantly across Northern Ireland.
– Folks, I am ill, ill, ill. I was supposed to leave for California this morning, but changed my ticket last night. It was around that time that my nostrils decided to be The Blob for Halloween (they like to get started on their costume early, it seems). Blerg. All energy has been sucked out of me…
– I love Boston’s North End. I’ve been there countless times on my own, while Rand was busy with work and meetings. But on this last trip to Boston, he had some free time to head there with me. I may have done a little happy dance, because there is nothing greater than being able…
– I’m always up for a bit of decadence. You don’t get hips like mine from being restrained. But there’s the everyday sort of decadence (which involves a bit of cake with breakfast, and a bit with lunch, and hell, some with dinner, too) and then there’s the once-every-few-months-or-my-heart-will-suffer kind of decadence. And Neptune Oyster…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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