When I say south, I mean Kinsale, and if you had been in search of fish, mad hairy Slovenians and actual-in-person bloggers this weekend, then you would have hit the jackpot at the culmination of Kinsale Arts Week. The fish were fresh and plentiful in the many fine eateries that populate the town, the Slovenians, in the form of the absolutely lunatic-but-in-good-way Terrafolk, entertained in the magnificent setting of Charles Fort and I was there doing my bit to help fulfill the last part of the equation, participating in a panel discussion on
I must confess that, it being Kinsale, the self-proclaimed fine food capital of Ireland, I had secretly hoped to steer the panel discussion towards the potato end of the spectrum, no doubt wowing all and sundry in the process with my growing collection of obscure potato factoids. As it turns out, my fellow panelists knew much more about blogging than spuds so, generous soul that I am, we mostly talked about that instead. Having wondered, before the talk, whether we’d have much to say, it turns out that we had plenty, with a lot of interest from the audience on topics such as the demise of print media and the different styles of reading and, hence, writing on the internet. And, yes, there was a little bit of chat about my life as a cyber-spud. I’ll think of it as a pilot episode. Who knows, perhaps next year I’ll return with my own show!
As for the rest of the weekend, it was not devoid of other worthy mentions for the humble spud. Indeed, the award for Best Performance By A Salad In A Supporting Role went to the salad of new potatoes that lurked beneath the crab platter at the excellent Fishy Fishy Café. New potatoes with homemade mayonnaise and chives told a winning tale of simplicity and good ingredients. Just one of the many good food stories often told in Kinsale.