Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh! – St Padraig’s (Patrick’s) Day blessings be upon you! (Even to those people who are seeing strange characters because they are not using Unicode fonts.) Yes, we are now over half-way through March and just four days from the Equinox.
As I went out into the vegetable garden this morning to see what was ripe to harvest, I felt a pleasant cool, crispness in the air that made it feel like Autumn really is with us. This is especially so, seeing that my largest courgette (zucchini), which I am keeping for seed, is now a fine, ripe, yellow, that reminds me of Harvest Festival in my primary (elementary) school days. Hopefully days like yesterday, which was hot and humid, and the day before, which was hot and windy with dust storms, will become less frequent as we begin the journey into Winter.
Tonight I will be able to enjoy my Guinness, reflecting on past days of doing the same in Dolphin’s Barn (Dublin/Baile Átha Cliath), just a stone’s throw from the holy of holies, St James’ Gate, the Home of Guinness on Earth. It was in Dublin’s fair city that I first ate Lebanese food, discovered Gewurtztraminer at a Chinese restaurant and spent a whole day sitting round waiting for a Cisco cable to arrive, only to discover that it had actually arrived in Berlin. (DHL could not be blamed – the last three letters of both cities are the same.)
Enough of these nostalgic musings, I’m supposed to be catching up on some cooking today. Slánte!