Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 22 March 2015
THE Irish stew
I mentioned a few days ago that I would blog again on my Saint Patrick's Day. This is probably going to be my last post about it until next year. A small, anecdotal post, but I needed to mention it. I had this Irish stew, which you can see on the picture, at the local Irish pub where I spent the evening of Saint Paddy's. It was in a plastic bowl, eaten with a plastic spoon, but nevertheless it was delicious. It is one of the day's special traditions which I don't miss since the pub first opened, unless they don't serve it (last year they didn't make any and I was sorely disappointed). One year they even offered it on Easter Sunday, in a very nice mug, accompanied by a mash. You can see the (far better) picture here. The presentation was far less elegant this time, but it is still a delicious dish. I sometimes tried to make Irish stew, but it was not nearly as nice as this one. I don't know why this stew is so good, but it is. For me it is THE Irish stew. And given for free on St-Patrick's Day. Which means, unfortunately, that you can't have seconds. I know, I tried. I might one day ask for the recipe. If it is not a family secret, I might get lucky.