Yes, the astute among you will have observed that it is not, in fact, Sunday at all. Thanks to an abysmally flaky internet connection, this week’s installment of Spud Sunday comes to you as a later-than-usual Monday edition…
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever done,” said David Puttnam.
We were talking about his having taken up residence in West Cork some 22 years ago. Then he glanced down the table towards his wife and smiled, “well, it’s the second best thing, the best was marrying Patsy…”
Either way, it was quite a statement from a man whose career has included film production credits for, among others, the Oscar-winning Chariots of Fire, and it said a lot about how locals and blow-ins alike regard this particularly captivating corner of the world.
View from Glebe Gardens, Baltimore, West Cork
Me: G’wan, make me something to eat.
You: Er, such as?
Me: Anything you like. Give it your best shot.
Me: Yeah. Have you got a favourite killer dish?
You: Maybe, well, yeah, I guess I do.
Me: Well make me that then.
You: (looking skeptical) Umm, ok…
Me: Oh and take a picture.
You: A picture?
Me: Yeah, of you with the food.
You: Ah, g’way outta that.
Me: And put the words Cully & Sully somewhere in the picture.
You: Huh? (thinking this had better be good)
Me: …it could be worth €12,000.
You: Jaysus, where’s me camera?!! (and off you run…)
I was confused earlier today.
As to what I should eat for dinner, I mean.
Of course, it’s not an uncommon dilemma. Much has been written about the complex web of issues that can underlie the seemingly simple question of what to eat. In this case, however, it was merely a case of indecision brought on by the weather. I mean, if the weather can’t make up its mind as to what it is doing, then how, dear reader, can I?
See, first it was warm, unseasonably warm and gloriously sunny for days. Then it started cooling off, before the temperature then decided to take an outright nosedive, accompanied by whipping winds and a biblical downpour that pummeled everything that remained out of doors. Eventually, the deluge abated but it was still cool enough outside that I wasn’t up for ditching my trusty fleece layer. And today, there was sun again and, despite the earlier chill breeze, a bit of warmth in the afternoon.
All of this has played havoc with my internal menu signaling system. I can’t tell – is it time for a summery salad or a wintery stew?