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Post by Weyland on Jan 31, 2010 16:08:05 GMT
I have a Marks'n'Sparx haggis, a swede, potatoes, and some broccoli. (Also onion, garlic, chilli, and other essentials of life.)
Looking for recipe advice from actual people -- not the usual haggis and mash. Just for a change. (Luckily, Riot is probably out on the town in Dublin -- with Trubble -- the mind boggles. Wish I was there.)
Anyone? (You know I mean you, Ev.)
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Post by trubble on Jan 31, 2010 18:05:13 GMT
Order a Chinese takeaway.  |
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Post by trubble on Jan 31, 2010 18:06:09 GMT
Oh and I have sent her hame.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 31, 2010 18:26:02 GMT
Order a Chinese takeaway. It's easy for you to say that, Trubs. Nobody delivers here. In any case, it would be sub-Continent food wot I would order. No -- I don't mean paella. Probably pork vindaloo with extra chilli, stuffed paratha, bindi bhaji, and some sort of dhal. And dancing girls, of course. I shall forgo the chocolate rice krispie marshmallow cake on this occasion. But instead I'm having haggis, taties, and two veg. Thanks for your help. (Was she deported? As if I need to ask.) |
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 31, 2010 21:06:40 GMT
Nah, they won't let me leave the f-ing country Weyland. I'm currently delayed at Dublin airport using up some Euros on the internet. Hangover is slowly easing. She got me very, very, very, very drunk indeed.
And told me I was a straight man.
Oh what a night! I just wish I could remember more of it.
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 31, 2010 21:07:16 GMT
P.S. Broccoli with haggis - just say no.
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Post by trubble on Feb 1, 2010 2:09:16 GMT
We didn't want her to leave, it's true.  |
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Post by Weyland on Feb 1, 2010 10:55:47 GMT
P.S. Broccoli with haggis - just say no. You would think so. I did. But it turned out really well, and I have enough left for today. Steamed M&S haggis, microwave "chips" à la Everseau (see SpagBol thread), mashed swede with Welsh butter, steamed broccoli, brown sauce, glass of Oranjeboom. Food of the Gods. All that followed by one of the best episodes of Larkrise I've seen yet. That's what I call a Sunday evening these days. I was so full of good will that I even enjoyed Dimbleby's programme about his paid holiday in the Roman Empire and beyond. (His brother's covering the Russian Empire.) Culinary Note: Chopin potatoes cut into discs; 10 min full-power microwave with a little water; drained, seasoned, and coated with rape-seed oil; fan-oven 25 min at 200ºC, turned three times (burned me thumb). |
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Post by everso on Feb 1, 2010 11:08:29 GMT
P.S. Broccoli with haggis - just say no. You would think so. I did. But it turned out really well, and I have enough left for today. Steamed M&S haggis, microwave "chips" à la Everseau (see SpagBol thread), mashed swede with Welsh butter, steamed broccoli, brown sauce, glass of Oranjeboom. Food of the Gods. All that followed by one of the best episodes of Larkrise I've seen yet. That's what I call a Sunday evening these days. I was so full of good will that I even enjoyed Dimbleby's programme about his paid holiday in the Roman Empire and beyond. (His brother's covering the Russian Empire.) Culinary Note: Chopin potatoes cut into discs; 10 min full-power microwave with a little water; drained, seasoned, and coated with rape-seed oil; fan-oven 25 min at 200ºC, turned three times (burned me thumb).Hi Weyland. Although I've eaten haggis, I've never actually cooked it - I've always had it in a restaurant - so I don't really have any bright ideas. Sorry. How did you like the potatoes? I always use olive oil because I like the taste. You can also add some garlic if you like it. Also a sprinkling of parsley is nice. |
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Post by Weyland on Feb 1, 2010 11:30:17 GMT
Nah, they won't let me leave the f-ing country Weyland. I'm currently delayed at Dublin airport using up some Euros on the internet. Hangover is slowly easing. She got me very, very, very, very drunk indeed. Whisk ey? Is Dublin Airport still bursting at the seams with smoked salmon? It was in 1991. That and whiskey. (Never flown there since, always took the car on following trips. Flew Aer Lingus from Schiphol. When we landed -- very early -- I was very disappointed with the look of Ireland. Turned out to be Manchester. Nobody told me we were stopping there. No, I didn't get off.) And told me I was a straight man. Oh what a night! I just wish I could remember more of it. We demand photos. |
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Post by Weyland on Feb 1, 2010 11:41:41 GMT
How did you like the potatoes? I always use olive oil because I like the taste. You can also add some garlic if you like it. Also a sprinkling of parsley is nice. Don't like parsley. Love garlic. Forgot to put it in. Next time. I don't really like to cook with olive oil, lovely stuff though it is. Not that kind of cooking anyway. As I said, Food of the Gods. I'm frightened of the microwave, so I need encouragement. Thank you. |
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Post by riotgrrl on Feb 1, 2010 11:46:33 GMT
Weyland, we were drinking cocktails and wine. No whiskey I'm afraid. This photo of my daughter, Trubs and myself adequately depicts what our night out was like . . . a bit out of focus!  Can't say I noticed any salmon or whiskey at the airport. It's very big and modern. Sticking to the food-related theme, both QOTT and I agree that the sausages over there were the finest sausages we had ever eaten. It's expensive 'though! (And cold!) And there are more beggars on the streets than in Glasgow. But what a lovely city, so much history, so many wonderful buildings. I only wish my photos were better. O'Connel Street is a fine street, very handsome, and I have photos of ghosts in an abandoned graveyard (honestly). We visited Dublin Castle and Kilmaimham (spelled wrong!) gaol and saw the very place James Connolly was executed and the cell that Constance Marciewicz was kept in. We didn't do the Guinness or the Jamesons tour. I would claim that this was because I'm not interested in alcohol, but the behaviour on Saturday night would make me a liar there! And we met one of Boyzone. Of course, I had gone away against medical advice as they weren't happy about not treating my wound for 3 days, so when I went back to the nurse today she is going to sign me off work for ANOTHER week as now I have a skin infection . . . . I've been off since November now for a 'straightforward' operation. Unbelievable. |
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Post by Weyland on Feb 1, 2010 12:13:55 GMT
Weyland, we were drinking cocktails and wine. No whiskey I'm afraid. This photo of my daughter, Trubs and myself adequately depicts what our night out was like . . . a bit out of focus! I guess you didn't get to Bewley's Tearoom, then. That's some cocktail/wine on the left -- your daughter? saw the very place James Connolly was executed and the cell that Constance Marciewicz was kept in. Went there. Heroes both. And Connolly Station, to go to Sligo. Wiki says . . . " Constance Georgine Markiewicz, Countess Markiewicz (née Gore-Booth; 4 February 1868 – 15 July 1927), was an Irish Sinn Féin and Fianna Fáil politician, revolutionary nationalist, suffragette and socialist. She was the first woman elected to the British House of Commons, though she did not take her seat and along with the other Sinn Féin TDs formed the first Dáil Éireann. She was also the first woman in Europe to hold a cabinet position (Minister of Labour of the Irish Republic, 1919–1922)." " During the famine of 1879–80, Sir Henry provided free food for the tenants on his estate at Lissadell in the north of County Sligo in the West of Ireland. Their father's example inspired in Gore-Booth and her younger sister, Eva Gore-Booth, a deep concern for the poor. The sisters were childhood friends of the poet W. B. Yeats, who frequently visited the family home Lissadell House in County Sligo, and were influenced by his artistic and political ideas. Yeats wrote a poem, In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markievicz, in which he described the sisters as "two girls in silk kimonos, both beautiful, one a gazelle"." Went to Lissadell. Lovely atmospheric house in its own grounds. Here's a drawing of Constance Markiewicz by Yeats's brother. |
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Post by riotgrrl on Feb 1, 2010 12:16:38 GMT
For Gawds sake Weyland. My daughter is only 16. She wasn't allowed cocktails and wine; so that's a pint of lager she's drinking. Trubble & I are responsible mothers.
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Post by Weyland on Feb 1, 2010 12:32:57 GMT
For Gawds sake Weyland. My daughter is only 16. She wasn't allowed cocktails and wine; so that's a pint of lager she's drinking. Trubble & I are responsible mothers. How was I supposed to know she's only 16? Harp? It's pretty harmless. Harpy's daughter. Geddit?What does QOTT mean? |
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Post by riotgrrl on Feb 1, 2010 12:38:10 GMT
Queen of the Troubled Teens; my last-born child is known by this in my bizarre MB world. Her big sister is Uberteen.
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Post by jean on Feb 1, 2010 12:44:54 GMT
Trubs is looking a bit squashed.
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Post by riotgrrl on Feb 1, 2010 12:45:36 GMT
Trubs is looking a bit squashed. She was being overwhelmed by Scottish love . . |
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Post by trubble on Feb 1, 2010 15:02:12 GMT
That is the natural shape of my head, by the way, Jean. It's quite difficult to get hats to fit.
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Post by everso on Feb 1, 2010 16:06:11 GMT
That is the natural shape of my head, by the way, Jean. It's quite difficult to get hats to fit.  |
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