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Just a quick one – picnic and dinner in Galway

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After Dubin, we headed off to beautiful Galway. The food, the sunshine, the gorgeous greenery of it all was spectacular. Upon our arrival (via morning train from Dublin central) we checked in and found ourselves a patch of grass to refuel on. The perfect picnic of antipasti – fresh buffalo mozzarella, sun dried tomatoes, olives, salami, proscutto, spinach, and crusty bread. Gorgeous for an afternoon meal.

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Galway proper:

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Dinner at the pub (pumpkin soup, fish and chips, beef and guinness pie, steak, guinness)

Delightful – and full of potatoes.

With love, from Charlotte

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Lentil Salad with Za’atar Eggs (or, I’ve been seeing myself in leggings a lot recently)

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Recently, I’ve been working very early in the morning. Asleep-in-the-shower early. Easiest way to dress myself is in gym gear, and maybe it will even lead to some exercise beyond working out the jaw muscles when I clock off. I’m kinda like this:

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So many Irish people are reading! Any good recipes to share?

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I’ve been thinking for a while now how great it would be to swap recipes and collaborate, and I miss all the delish food of Ireland. I just got a notification that tonnes of Irish people have been reading, would anyone (from anywhere, really) like to swap recipes?

You can comment here, or through facebook 🙂

With love, from Charlotte

Eating Ireland

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After Paris, I jet-setted myself off to Ireland in a reverse-Joyce to meet up with two wonderful friends in Dublin.

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Ireland was gorgeous, gorgeous – but the fashion and food was decidedly ‘pub-friendly’. Given my love of tailgating/bar food, that was divine, but looks a bit less elegant straight after Paris. We spent two days solid eating, wandering and drinking beer. Divinity. Read the rest of this entry »

Paris eating for at least 10 for one

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When I was little, I lived across from l’Alliance Française and took french classes, picturing myself as some kindof madeline. We used to drive up to Montreal and I’d be able to fake some frenchiness. I’ve been a francophile for. ever.

Paris was always the ‘destination’ for my mum and I. She had lived there, and wanted to show me the most incredible city in the world. I never got to do that with her – but this trip felt like exactly what she would have loved. I lost my beautiful mum on Remembrance day, and the train pulling into Paris from the airport was lined in bright red poppies. It felt like it was exactly where she would have wanted me to be.

And then there’s the food.

My plan was, for my weekend in Paris, to just walk every waking moment and eat everything in sight. I achieved this plan. I also stayed with a gorgeous girl through AirBNB on the Rue de Belleville who gave me directions, took me out to dinner (I only spoke French! To French people!), and ate cheese and baguette with me (even explaining the devestatingly french man eating his baguette and brie dipped in his morning coffee) She insisted that she lend me a beret and take a photo of me posing with my espresso in a cafe. The whole experience was magic.

These were some of the meals that, through butter content and taste, will remain in my heart forever.

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This was my first espresso and pain au chocolate. After 36 hours to get from Sydney to Paris, it was incredible. I was also terribly lost. Beautiful

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I’m off! (and I have been for a little while)

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I’m in Europe! Exams over, and I shipped out. Hopped a plane, train, and busses, so far to Paris, Dublin and now in Galway.

Before I left, I threw a huge dinner party in a Potluck style. Its the best way to feed a crowd, and the way I did it was I made a delicious root vegetable pie and everyone else brought dessert. I felt like Marie Antoinette.

The pie is the best thing I can make in winter – and you can change the original recipe to suit whatever veggies you have. I love throwing broccoli in at the end and I usually can’t find celeriac at my local shops. The biscuits can also be made separately and serve it stew-style. Read the rest of this entry »

Hell-mester over. And yes, I have a favourite butter.

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I have finally finished exams. Last night I read 500pages/750page textbook.

It feels a little like this.

And a lot like this.

But mostly, I just fell asleep where I’m sitting.

How does one celebrate such a fantastic ending? With not a bang, but an uncomfortably full stomach. Like, lamb burger with olives, tzatziki and chilli fries, followed by a dinner of crisp-skinned seared duck with an orange and green peppercorn sauce (courtesy of the ever patient ginger pagan- my boyfriend) followed by a gloriously excessive sweet gnocci with cinnamon, lindt chocolate, custard and caster sugar. (All accompanied by wine, baguette and brie)Image

But real proof that he’s golden? The comment, ‘I even got you your favourite butter [because I know how much you hate margarine]’. Yes, I have a favourite butter. Its Lurpac. I defy anyone not to want to eat that smothered on bread like cheese. Delicious danish excessive calories. Yum yum yum.

With love, from Charlotte