is not Prince Spaghetti Day in Ireland. And we are having very un-Irish weather – bright sun almost all day (and it’s forecast to stay that through Friday).
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We took our usual separate walks (when I usually take random photos). In the first photo you can see our house – second to the right of the telephone pole. That’s St Mary’s Church further down – Elaine stops in daily to light a “Paul” candle. Lisbeth Mulcahy is a noted weaver (and wife of pottery wizard Louis Mulcahy). Sadly, she passed away suddenly very recently. And, yes, we have a Dingle candle in the house.
Lunch was at home. Then we went into town. I renewed my Dingle Library card, and we checked out some books. I tend to read Irish history or stories about Dingle while we are here. We visited the Little Cheese Shop and bought some brie and some Cashel blue. And we visited Fitzgerald’s Hardware to buy a sharp knife (the ones in our kitchen are very dull) and a pair of tongs for my barbequing. Elaine walked home whilst I stopped at Curran’s for a Guinness. Rarely is there a tourist in Curran’s. It’s a local’s hangout.
Dinner was at our favorite restaurant, the Chart House. It’s no connection to the US chain. Dinner was yummy. The wine was Tinpot Hut, a pinot noir from New Zealand.
Elaine: Dingle Bay Seafood Chowder with Croutons and a Dash of Lemon Oil -followed by- Baked Fillet of Hake, Sweet Potato and Burbon Puree, Coco De Paimpol Beans, Gubeen Chorizo, Herb Oil -followed by- Warm Pear and Spiced Ginger Pudding, Rosemary Toffee Sauce, Caramelised Poached Pear and Pistachio Ice Cream
Moi: Local Mussels in a Ginger Sauce -followed by- Roast Rack of Kerry Lamb, Dauphinoise Potatoes, Fig & Red Onion Chutney, Rosemary Jus -followed by- Dark Chocolate Parfait, White Chocolate & Vanilla Bean Cremeux, Salted Caramel, Candied Pecan Tuille, and Chocolate Crumb.
I hate my picture. I look old. Well, I guess I am old. Oh, well. Age is only a number. 80 is the new 79. Blah.