The smell of sausages and bacon took over the kitchen and spread into the dining area
It was my final day catering for the folks in Knockadoon Camp and as a farewell feast, I was rustling up a fry!
Along with my trusty sous-chef Pádhraic and the help of Orlaith, we managed to get everything out and served to the tired but happy troops.
Though I don’t think I’ll ever truly know the real “Knockadoon Feeling” that all the campers experience in camp, I definitely can appreciate the kindness and the sense of belonging they find there!
After a teary goodbye and crying out half of my body weight on my other half’s shoulder, I headed back through the winding roads to Ballymaloe.
Being the proper adult that I am, I hopped straight into bed for a nap to kickstart the energy supplies (true adults love naps by the way)
Tomorrow I’m back in the kit- oh wait – tomorrow, I’m back cooking in Ballymaloe where I’ll be rustling up an apple fudge cake, a banana and yoghurt raita and sweet turnip soup.