As a toddler, my nephew John was fierce fond of numbers.
Writing or reciting numbers – or arranging magnetic digits on the fridge – was a guaranteed way to soothe almost any of his junior upsets, and it became a well-used tool of the babysitting trade. Not all numbers were equal, however, and John had a particular liking for the number five. Though fours and sixes were all very well, when all other digits failed, a figure of five would draw a smile.
This weekend I, too, had occasion to smile a number five smile, as the 5th of October marked the fifth anniversary of my first ever post, and here I still am, five years – and an awful lot of food – later.
Meet the gong
It all happened so quickly.
Seemed like the food and drink category finalists were name-checked and the winner announced while we were still settling into the auditorium at the Europa Hotel, venue for last night’s Irish Blog Awards.
And there was my name. Again.
Magic, it was. Pure magic.
Yay is me!
Those lovely Irish Blog Awards people sure like their spuds.
I mean, they must do, if (woohoo!) they’ve gone and included a certain Spud in the finalists line up for the Food and Drink category of this year’s awards. And not just this year but last year and the year before as well. And I didn’t have to grease anybody’s palms with chips this time.
I’m speechless, not to mention awash with a lot of uneaten chips.
The whole thing calls for a bit of good, old-fashioned yahooing on my part. That and some salt and vinegar.
Seriously, though, it’s an absolute privilege to be listed as a finalist alongside I Can Has Cook, Dinner du Jour, Gimme The Recipe and Like Mam Used To Bake (and if you’re not already familiar with these ladies, I do urge you to check them out). The awards themselves will be happening on Saturday March 19th in Belfast and I figure that it would be rude of me not to attend. Even ruder not to bring a few chips along. Just in case, you understand.
Now, anyone seen my deep fat fryer?