What new things I tried while circling Ireland for 12 days:
- Bailey’s. On ice. Candy in a glass, and not exactly an adventure, but it’s Irish Creme, folks. Totally worth trying.
- Guinness. OK, just a taste, while touring the facility in Dublin. But as far as I’m concerned, a taste is all that’s required. It’s not my cup of tea. Or glass of Guinness, as the case may be.
- Irish Whiskey. At the Kilbeggan Distillery. Just a sip, again. And again, that was more than enough for my liking.
- Irish Coffee. Yup, complete with irish whiskey. And coffee, and sugar, and lightly whipped cream. Dude, I don’t know how anything with whiskey in it could taste so good, but it does.
- Bulmer’s Cider. Not unlike Mike’s Hard Lemonade, this is a mildly alcoholic version of an old favorite. Only better. Light and crisp and tasty, and with a pleasantly low alchoholic content. No “beery” tastes. A new favorite that I’m dearly going to miss.
- Fish & Chips. Not a leap by any means. I will report that they were often served with “mushy peas” (read as, peas (which are not food anyway) whipped into a heap of something resembling mashed potatoes. Or maybe a green sorbet of some kind. These I did not try. Because peas are not food.
- Lamb. Good grief, it’s everywhere. It’s by itself. It’s in stew. It’s even in (shepherds) pie. And I’m not too much of a “lamb” person. But dang if it wasn’t good every place I tried it.
- Guinness Stew. Again with the lamb. And the Guinness. And mushrooms and onions. So basically, nothing I would normally choose to eat. All under a phyllo dough lid. OH MY GOODNESS YUM.
- Fish Cakes. Mildly seafoody potato patties. But tasty enough, and I’m just proud of me for trying them.
- Prawns. General agreement by all who tried them that they were very good the first place we were offered them, and just OK the second place (where I tried them). But whatever. I gave them a go.
- And more… the menus got to be repetitive but I tried to select something new each night. Except for the potato leek soup. THAT I tried everyplace that offered it as a starter.
What I didn’t try…
- Kissing a Blarney Stone. DUDE. it’s a rock that thousands of people kiss every day. It requires one going up into the narrow little staircases (the claustrophobes were a little freaked) then being dangled upside down over a hole a long way up (not good for the vertigo-prone, like me), whereupon complete strangers grab hold of you (um, no) so you can stick your mouth on a germy rock. No. No. And No. I accept my lack of eloquence, thanks ever so much. 😉
- Sláinte to the drinks of Ireland!! (gaelicgirlprogram.wordpress.com)