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…