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Coast to Coast


Posted in: Dublin, Family, Ireland

On Wednesday evening I went for a walk in Dalkey at the southern end of Dublin Bay. It was all very pretty and mercifully rain free after a miserable wet day. On Thursday morning, the children and I were up and out early and off to Howth at the northern end of Dublin bay. We got the ferry out to Ireland’s Eye which was nice if rather fuller of dead seagulls than we might have liked.

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That evening we all went out to Monkstown out near the southern end of Dublin bay for a family dinner.

I am exhausted from driving and darting up and down the Dublin bay coastline.

On Friday, the children and I went to the zoo with some friends to recover.

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Today, we are counting down to our departure for the continent.

En Vacances


Posted in: Family, Travel

If all goes according to plan, which is not at all a given, we will be boarding the ferry to France as you read this. Full blow by blow account of our French extravaganza on our return in late August. Hold your breath there.

Baking


Posted in: Princess

The Princess has been baking like a demon since we got back from France last Tuesday.

Biscotti:

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Brownies:

Made, I understand, while I was in Cork for 24 hours. No visible trace remained on my return.

Jalousie:

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It’s a kind of slatted apple cake. Chiefly chosen because the recipe calls for a kilo of apples and we have three apple trees.

It’s immensely complex and she was up at dawn this morning freezing and grating butter, refrigerating the dough and then taking it out, rolling it, folding it and re-refrigerating it. Her operations were not helped by being interrupted by mass. The archbishop was present and it went on for an hour and a half. She was fit to be tied. As she was rolling out after mass, I heard her sigh sadly, “If only I had a marble rolling pin.” I would like you to know that I have never hankered after a marble rolling pin. She must get this interest in baking from my mother. I understand these things often skip a generation.

She is starting secondary school tomorrow and, I suppose, this may lead to a mild slow-down.

I made mirabelle jam myself. Go me.

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Details of our French holiday to follow when we are all feeling stronger.