I doubt that I will ever become a true locavore.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for the principles of eating (and drinking) locally, when and where possible, but I am ever appreciative of the ease with which we can import that which is neither cultivated nor produced here. Potato-heavy though my diet (naturally) is, I think that I would find it impossible to confine myself solely to the food and drink which emanates from within our Irish borders. Or would I?
You may think that it’s all fancy dinners and the like ’round here, but not so, I tell ya, not so.
For instance, the other day, I rushed home to take delivery of…
A truly authentic ham sandwich from Denny
…a ham sandwich. Yup. White sliced pan, something butter-like and Denny ham. No more, no less.
Introducing The Cucumburt
Cucumber in a salad is one thing.
Cucumber in a cocktail, well now, that brings a whole new meaning to the term salad bar.
To be honest, potato milkshakes aside, my culinary experiments don’t normally extend to the beverage side of the house. Mixing drinks chez Spud, generally speaking, features a bottle of gin in one hand and a bottle of tonic in the other.
But I am learning that it doesn’t have to be that way.