Ballymaloe Day 7: Lazing on a Sunday afternoon…

Opening an eye slowly to take in the early morning rays, I completely forgot that I wasn’t at home in Kerry. Last night we had a communal feast where people made dishes and brought them along to the courtyard. Along with generous glasses of wine and beer, the partying went on well into the night…

Ballymaloe Day 6: No rest for the wicked

Jealous of my housemates’ lie in, I pulled myself out of bed at 6am to prepare for a day at the Farmers Market in Midleton. Each week two students have the opportunity to volunteer at the market on the Ballymaloe Cookery School stall and I chose to give it a lash – despite my slight…

Ballymaloe Day 1: “This is a wooden spoon!”

After stubbing my toe for the third time on the same suitcase and feeling the pain waft slowly up my leg, I knew that I wasn’t off to a good start. Today was officially the first day of the Ballymaloe Cookery School adventure, I was eager to hop out of bed (not my forte), and…