After a week of no wine, I treated myself to a glass of French chardonnay last night and slept like a baby. (Serving soufflés yesterday) (From left to right: My godmother and Mammy!) Up at 9am to get a few jobs out of the way, I nabbed the hen bucket and bins and wandered down…
Tag: Midleton
Ballymaloe Day 21: Back on the ranch!
The bottle is a murky shade of green, it looks like it’s been hiding in the dark for quite a long time and in truth it has. Back in 1999 and donning my Holy Communion dress, I was giving a rather special present of bottles of champagne with my name on them. Sitting in a…
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…
