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Cinnamon patrol

Mr and Mrs Lili Wedding

 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

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Excellent news

Murphy's ice cream are coming to Dublin!

I have loads more to share for a change - knitting, my new qualification, and the world's best postcard. But that will have to wait until I also have some free time.

In the meantime, I recommend fantasising about the chocolate, and chocolate & whiskey ice cream.

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Ireland AM

While I was having breakfast, Laura was improving her media profile by knitting on TV. Choice.

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Finally, good taste prevails

The company that makes some of the world's ugliest shoes is in trouble.

I don't care what you say, Crocs are ugly. Furthermore, they can be dangerous (all those people getting them stuck in escalators and having gruesome accidents), and they are no substitute for proper Birkenstocks for chefs/doctors/nurses, in part because they don't have the same footbed design.

Ugly, and hopefully not produced for much longer.

Thanks, recession. Now, can you get onto the Uggs please?

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Rainbow cake deliciousness

Ever wanted a rainbow cake? Check this baby out!

(Kudos to Mariko for this excellent link, and for making her own version!)

Now, if (like David) you aspire to eat super-healthily, and turn your nose up at packaged cake mixes and soft drinks and stuff, you will be grossed out by this.

However, if you like pretty colours in your food, and/or have a deep love for rainbow things (guilty on both charges), you will be able to overcome any aversion to artificial ingredients (and snobbery when it comes to people using a mix when making a cake is stupidly simple) because this cake is both pretty and rainbow-y.

Since I'm determined to make this one day soon, I'm taking submissions on what I could use (as in: available in Ireland) to replace that whipped topping stuff.

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Knitting, at long last!

It's been ages since I've posted, and even longer still since there's been any knitting content!

To remedy that, here are a few of my more recent FOs:

Debbie Bliss cabled jacket
My cabled jacket is, in fact, a cardigan. It's lovely and warm, which is ideal for the chilly Irish climate. I used Bendigo Woollen Mills' 12-ply Rustic, which gives great stitch definition, and stands up well to cabling.

Unfortunately, the metal buttons I chose were too heavy, and I've yet to find good plastic replacements, so for now it's buttonless, done up with a kilt pin instead. Ravellers, the details are here.




















Mulberry Bush capelet for Emma
One of my best models, Emma, received this lovely (even if I do say so myself) capelet as an early 3rd birthday treat when we visited her in NZ. Breaking away from the machine-washable yarns she's used to, I treated Emma to a merino/cashmere mix, with mother-of-pearl buttons. After all, she's a young lady now! Ravelry details here.




Emilie's first birthday dress
My other beautiful model, Emilie, received an "Angel dress" in a 4-ply mercerised cotton for her first birthday. She was too busy opening presents to really model it for us, but you get the general idea. (Ravelry link here.)


Up next? A gazillion baby garments for the gazillions of babies due (I love them all individually, but seriously, there are a LOT of babies expected by the people in my life!), and Mum's belated Xmas present, which she knows is dark purple and contains cashmere, but is otherwise a mystery...

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Loving me tender

Before I begin, I'd like to be clear: this isn't a post about Valentine's Day or love or smooshy stuff, nor is it about my love of chicken tenders. These are certainly blogworthy topics in my mind, but what I'm actually here to post about is meeting Elvis in the pub last night.

Yes, Elvis. And it isn't the first time I've met Elvis in a pub in Dublin, either. But I digress...

So in response to a slightly lacklustre feeling (associated, no doubt, with a return to relative normality after all the excitement of the world's longest family-visit-trip), David suggested yesterday that we go to Ryan's, a local pub, for "a sneaky pint". I'm not sure why it was sneaky, but it was an appealing idea.

So after leaving work early (5pm! I could see the road without headlights!), we convened at Ryan's with our pint each of Guinness. Ryan's - or, the bit I saw - is vastly superior to our other locals - the Cobblestones (which is unrenovated to the point of yuck, doesn't seem to believe in central heating, and is apparently so dirty that Irish men prefer a bottle of beer as opposed to a pint), and Thomas Reid's (wherein a pint cannot be poured properly, which bodes very ill indeed). Cosy, not fussy, and with a fair few regulars, but in such a way that you still feel comfortable popping in as a not-regular.

We were sitting quietly at our table when David looked up and his eyes widened. I smelled him before I saw him - Elvis, unwashed, and clearly worse for the wear after who knows how many pints. And whilst he had no costume, and spoke in a thick Irish accent, I knew immediately who he fancied himself to be, thanks to a spectacular pair of sideburns.

During the next 5-10 minutes, Elvis made allegations concerning Nicholas Cage's relationship with his daughter, explained the technique that led to his sexual prowess, and speculated on the likelihood of David (ahem) getting lucky that night.

I didn't have the heart (or the breath, I was laughing too hard) to tell Elvis that Lisa Marie had moved on, married someone else, and had twins with him.

Eventually one of the guys behind the bar told Elvis to go away, but my snickering continued long after he moved (his really rather smelly self) along.

As far as Elvises in Dublin pubs go, this one was much lewder than the chap I'd encountered in the Swiss Cottage one evening, who had a reasonable singing voice, and the sense to sing a few songs before hitting on me.

So, Elvis. Not dead, but living it up occasionally at my local pub. Who'd've thought?

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We're back!

We and our 7 bags have made it safely back to Dublin. (Somehow, we managed to acquire more than we offloaded.)

We really got back just in the nick of time - today, the UK airports are closed due to snow, and David's nasty case of flu has settled in.

There may be a wee bit more radio silence as we unpack, do laundry, work (me) and recuperate (David). But we'll be back soon.

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Festive foods

We're headed off on our trip tomorrow, but I couldn't let the chance to discuss Christmas food go by.

I love Christmas food. Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, loads of cake and pudding... Yum! My parents never have a dry turkey; the stuffing is vegetarian & plentiful; the cake and pudding have more than enough booze, plus boozy sauce to add on top.

But there's more to Christmas food, if you're in the right hemisphere. Mulled wine, gingerbread, and lots of Christmas cookies (strawberries and salads are lovely, but they don't have quite the same festive kick).

Which brings me to the Very Good Taste Christmas Fifty (the ones I've eaten are emboldened - which ones have you had?)

1. Crystallised or candied fruits
2. Egg nog
3. Bûche de Noël, or Yule log
4. Rum balls
5. Bebinca
6. Roasted chestnuts
7. Cavallucci
8. Tourtière
9. Uszka
10. Port & Stilton
11. Hallaca
12. Roast goose
13. Lefse
14. Sugar plums
15. Romeritos
16. Pinnekjøtt
17. Hot toddy
18. Christmas cake
19. Tamales
20. Sorpotel
21. Panettone
22. Candy canes
23. Pasteles
24. Speculaas
25. Makowiec
26. Christmas pudding
27. Stollen
28. Figgy pudding
29. Lebkuchen
30. Turrón
31. Mince pies
32. Wassail bowls
33. Buñuelos
34. Pio Quinto
35. Marzipan fruits
36. Mulled wine
37. King cake
38. Christmas beach barbecue
39. Cola de mono
40. Lutefisk
41. Kutia
42. Pizzelle
43. Dominostein
44. Cranberry sauce
45. Pfeffernüsse
46. Satsumas or clementines
47. Pumpkin pie
48. Smalahove
49. Nut roast
50. Brandy butter

Note that while sushi is not a traditional Christmas food, David and I think it will serve us very well this year. (Provided I get my hands on some turkey and stuffing once we arrive in Auckland, of course!)

And with that, I (we) wish you all a very happy festive season. I expect/hope we'll be too busy relaxing to blog throughout January, but we'll definitely return with enough incriminating experiences to make you shudder in February.

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The national emergency continues

I know you're all very concerned about Ireland's sudden pork shortage, so I thought I'd give you an update on my last post.

Only 10% of the country's pork is affected. But once the pigs get to the processing plant and are processed, they are no longer tracked or traceable. So even though only 10% of the pigs are affected, there's no way to know what meats these poor piggies were made into.

(Poor b/c of the yuckiness they ate, not b/c they died to make delicious bacon or sausages.)

So all Irish pork is a no-go. Including organic Irish pork, which the authorities know is not affected b/c they don't use that kind of feed.

The latter seems extraordinarily unfair to me - organic farming is expensive enough already, and with the big R-word on (that's a RECESSION), it's possible that people will buy even fewer organic products b/c they cost a bit more, so the organic pork farmers are worse off already. Stopping them sell their products when we know they're safe - and there's a suddenly (if temporarily) expanded market for them is just mean.

Or over-protection of the non-organic pig farmers. Either way, I think it stinks like a... a pig slaughterhouse.

So no pork. Still. One of my colleagues has a brother who works in a sausage factory. Apparently he's spending a lot of time in the pub at the moment.

However, we can be grateful (well the brother certainly can, it sounds like a fine way to spend a few days) - there was a concern that cows may have been affected also - which would mean beef and all dairy products could have been contaminated. But it's ok, they're fine.

Thank goodness. Ireland without sausages, rashers, beef, milk (for the endless cups of tea) and cheese (ah the ubiquitous cheese, which apparently goes with everything) - now that's unlivable.

Which reminds me, I must share my chives-and-berries experience someday soon...

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A national emergency

Over the weekend, pork products from all over Ireland were recalled.

"Jayzis, hows yer wan supposhedta make me fry widout da rashers now?" implored Paddy O'Shea.


Seriously though, Ireland without bacon is like... well, it's almost like Ireland without beer, let's put it that way. Good call on the recall for health & safety, but there were - and probably still are - some very unhappy people who've gone without their rashers (of bacon) and sausages and pudding (black and white) for their traditional Sunday fry-up.

Of course, it doesn't stop there. Bacon is an integral part of life here. It comes with or on or in almost everything. And speaking as a bacon-lover, I'm pretty happy about that. For all the jibes about the rubbish Irish food (and I make many, because I am not that impressed overall), the ubiquity of bacon is a high point for me.

(For the record, I also love brown soda bread and Guinness, and am quite partial to Bulmers, but I'd like to try it on a truly warm day to be sure, and there have been no such days so far.)

Of course, David is probably laughing himself silly about it. He, the handful of vegetarians and vegans we've met, and the tiny Jewish and Muslim communities are probably all going about their business, unaffected and slightly smug, while the rest of us feel... slightly bereft somehow.

But it's ok, the food safety people have got extra staff on to sort it out, so we should be able to buy local pork products again very soon. In the meantime, apparently imported stuff (hello Lidl & Aldi!) is fine.

It was a close call. Thank goodness it wasn't beer, or rioting (even worse - sober rioting) - may have taken place.

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Canadian shenanigans

So it seems that the Canadian PM is playing silly buggers.

(Heh, I've always wanted to use "silly buggers" in the right context, so my mother wouldn't get mad at me for what is, technically, swearing. Hope you're proud of my restraint, mum!)

If you haven't read the reports in the newspapers (and, let's face it, I haven't, b/c I can't find them in any of the 3 papers I read online regularly), here's a great synopsis and extrapolation from a very fine Canadian woman.

(If you are not a knitter, you may not have heard of the Yarn Harlot, and may not have read her blog. You may wonder why I chose to refer you to her. Well, she is smart, successful (without making others unsuccessful), and she has a really great way with words. Also, it is the first explanation I've seen of the events that are unfolding.)

I'm looking forward to seeing how this unfolds. And if you're very, very good, I'll post about our own Canadian shenanigans in late Jan/early Feb.

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So much to say, so little time

I don't know how other people do it, but I seem to lack the time to blog about stuff. Perhaps it's that I know David will blog anyway, so I'm free from the demands of blogging. Maybe it's that I seldom feel really inspired to blog at the moment, so I never try to make the time.

As usual, lots has happened since my last post. Important stuff like Michael Crichton dying, Barack Obama being elected as US president, the National Party winning the NZ election, and some dozy bird who is apparently Minister of Health (or equivalent) ditching the cervical cancer regime in Ireland. Boo, yay, and a huge boo x2.

On a more personal level, I've been having a rough time recently. Two of my close work friends have moved away in the past few months, and I'm having a hard time with it. I've barely seen my not-work friends due to all kinds of busy-ness (theirs and mine). And while I am not homesick, I miss the undeniable comfort of spending time with good friends who have known you for a long time.

Meanwhile, time marches relentlessly on. We've spent it fairly pleasantly with some travel (Amsterdam, Edinburgh this past weekend, and a trip to Frankfurt the weekend after next), as we simultaneously prepare for our 5-week-long "Let's avoid January in Ireland" trip.

I've knit. Some of it has gone spectacularly poorly, like the 5-times-cast-on sweater in a fabulous dark green alpaca. (The fifth attempt is still on the needles, but I've decided to give it some space.) Some of it is more satisfying, like the tunic I'm converting (successfully, one hopes) to a long top in some lovely Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran. It only required some simple maths, and the serenity that results from churning out acres of stocking stitch on fairly fat needes with a soft, beautiful coloured yarn, is really astounding. Meditation has nothing on a nice hour or so of knitting.

The nasty flu-related lurgy that's been making the rounds has finally caught up with me. (Thanks so much, sick colleagues who refuse to STAY AT HOME WHEN UNWELL!) Given the upcoming travel plans and a challenging work schedule, I don't plan to be unwell enough to take any sick leave, but I see a day or two of working from home in my future. (Yes, working from home to minimise the spread of NASTY GERMS. It's what responsible people do!) If you get really lucky, I might get really sick, and be unable to work, and perhaps even knit, and I just might blog more.

But don't count on it!

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Treats!

It was Ger's 100th blog post recently, and she had a prize draw. Guess what was waiting for me when I came home from work today?

















And when I opened it up, lovely treats awaited me:



















Congratulations again on your 100th post Ger - I look forward to reading many more. And thank you for the lovely gifts - what a great way to start the week!

(Apologies for the poxy photos, my personal photographer had things to do. Ger's lovely blog has much better photos, you should definitely pop in and say hi...)

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There is no jam

So my plans for taking over the world - or at least our cupboards - with homemade jams and pickled onions are currently stalled, due to a distinct lack of sufficiently small jars available for the jam. We don't eat loads of jam anyway - and my recent conversion to a moderately healthier way of eating won't exactly increase our consumption - so small jars are in order. Short of scoffing everything in our cupboards that's in a small jar (yes, I did seriously consider this), I'll just have to be a bit patient.

Of course, pickled onions are perfectly good in large batches - but in a fit of generosity, I've decided to deal with one preservation project at a time. I'm sure that David will be quite relieved to read this.

I've used the additional time to knit, which is a fairly good alternative to preserving. I have one new garment ready to wear (just waiting for the photoshoot, ahem, David?), and tonight I plan to cast on for another.

However, the knitting hasn't completely quashed the urge to get creative in the kitchen. I know that pumpkins are not really viewed as food by the general public in Ireland, but they are certainly fit for consumption. Looks like it's time to make some pumpkin pie!

(If I find/empty enough small jars in time, I'd be able to make up extra pie filling and use up the space in the freezer that all those blackberries & rhubarb bits are currently occupying. I'm just saying...)

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Nothing to wear

Ok, a brief break from the cooking (and geekiness, love you David, mwah mwah).

I've completed two knitted garments recently. Both were intended to be comfy but stylish wardrobe staples for my winter - ah feck it, for my wardrobe, I don't have summer & winter wardrobes here because it is SO DAMN COLD the whole year long.

Anyway, these were going to be great garments. A lovely, classic cardigan in a nice teal merino (the Tangled Yoke, for knitters in the know), and a chunky v-neck vest in what was supposed to be pale grey, but ended up being pale lavender, but thankfully looked all right (Rowan - seriously, name your colours better in future please!).

Both patterns saw me measure myself carefully, select the appropriate size, and check my gauge (for non-knitters, that's the number of rows and stitches per cm, to make sure you'll get the intended size). I *never* check my gauge normally, because I always knit to it anyway, but I checked.

Both garments ended up HUGE on me. Not cutely oversized in a kind of stylish way - massive in a even-too-big-for-a-fake-hiphop-wannabe way. That's right, not once, but TWICE!

The cardigan has been shipped off to someone who will look stunning in it. The vest has been frogged (again, for non-knitters, this means unpicked and undone), and I've cast on again for the smaller size, which is supposed to be too small to even get over my head. I still want the cardigan, so I may try again at the smaller size that is also supposed to be too small to accommodate me... right after I look at the other* project I have on the needles that may also be too big.

Knitting gods, wherefore hast thou forsaken me? Is this a hint to bulk up for winter? Because I had plans to do exactly the opposite, but all this knitting and ripping and having nothing hand-knitted to wear is really starting to bug me.

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And soup

I forgot to mention the soup.

It's not a fancy kind of soup really - just one of those soups made with the packet of lentils & barley that you find in any supermarket.

What makes this soup blogworthy is that it tastes fantastic, and significantly contributes to your 5+ servings of fruit & veg a day. Which, given that it's basically vegetables with a broth made of vegetables, is apparently a surprise for some people.

When I mentioned it at work, people were genuinely surprised:
a) that I would bother to make soup
b) that it was quick and easy
c) that it didn't taste like poo

So here's the recipe:

Winter Vegetable Soup That Tastes Good

To make around 4 servings of the soup, you need:
- The barley & lentil packet soup stuff
- 3 carrots
- 1 onion (not a red one)
- 4 or 5 sticks of celery (plus the leaves if you can get them)
- Vegetable stock
- Garlic

(You could add other veges like cabbage, leeks, etc. - I certainly intend to try these in the upcoming weeks.)

Step 1: Soak the soup mix lentil stuff according to the packet directions. Depending on which mix you use, you may need to rinse and soak and rinse, soak and rinse only, or perhaps even not soak.

(In my experience, the cheap mixes that require overnight soaking are superior to the no-soak varieties. For example, the Marks & Spencer no-soak variety had lentils that started disintegrating into a grainy yuckiness once their very specific cooking time was met. In contrast, the super-cheap Tesco-brand soup mix stood up well even when the recommended cooking time was well exceeded.)

Step 2: Meanwhile, roughly chop your carrots (unpeeled please!), celery & onions, and sweat them off in some olive oil. Whack in a wee bit of garlic - I cheat and use a tube of pre-chopped stuff, because I am lazy and want to use up what we have, but a clove or two would be plenty.

Step 3: If your vegetable stock is kind of generic looking, now's the time to add some extra spices like paprika or dried herbs to the vegetables. Don't add any salt; stock is notoriously salty, and even low-salt stock may be quite salty. I guess you could use chicken stock, but we don't, so I can't comment on how it may affect the flavour. And really, why bother, because vegetable stock is great.

(The quality of your stock does kind of matter in this recipe - I have tried it with average stuff, and fancy-schmancy stuff, and the fancy stuff wins hands-down. The flavour is deeper and generally lovelier, so it's worth getting a good stock. Which, by the way, does not necessarily mean liquid stock, because my fancy stock was a powder.)

Step 4: Once the soup mix has been soaked, rinse it if you need to, then plop in in the pot with the stock. The soup mix will tell you how long it needs to be cooked for.

Step 5: 10 minutes before the end of that time, add all the veges, and keep cooking. Now is the time to add the celery leaves, if you have them.

There may be a very thin film of oil on some of the soup. Resist the urge to skim it off. It's vegetable-y olive oil, so it's good for you and delicious-tasting.

You may also notice that your pot will be quite full of vegetables, and a bit short on soupiness. Don't worry, this is how it's supposed to be.

Step 6: When the soup is supposed to be done, get someone to try a lentil or chickpea or whatever the biggest pulse is in the pot. Cook more if the pulse is not properly cooked; serve it up if the pulse is cooked.

Serve your delicious, healthy soup in individual bowls. Don't let anyone salt the soup before trying it - but add a whack of freshly ground pepper, and some tabasco sauce if you fancy it. If it was me, I'd serve a slice (or three) of lovely brown soda bread & butter on the side.

Feeling all virtuous about your nutritious and filling main course, feel free to proceed to stuff your faces with something unhealthy for dessert. Or wait until I post my recipe for crumble, which is also delicious, and not entirely unhealthy.

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Food, glorious food

A little while ago, I posted the omnivore's 100. I am proud to announce that in spite of general squeamishness, I can add eel to the list of things I've tried.

(It tasted strong & gamey. I'd comment on the texture, but I got a fatty bit, so I don't think it'd necessarily be representative.) If you're in Dublin and want to try eel that won't make you gross out, I recommend Aya. If you're a knitter, it is conveniently located across the road from the Powerscourt, where This Is Knit II has opened up.

(It was a great opening party, if you didn't go, you missed out. And not just on eel!)

Following my triumph over eel, we continued in the spirit of wild and reckless eating with a spot of blackberry picking on Dalkey hill on Sunday. It was sunny but cold, and the nettles and thorns on the blackberry plants weren't entirely cooperative, but we managed to get around a kilo of delicious, organic blackberries.

Cleaning the berries was a little gross - teensy slugs etc. - but worth it. The crumble was so good, I might even share a wee recipe. And I definitely see blackberry jam in our future...

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast

Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast of geekiness for the following important messages:

- It is officially winter in Ireland, because the wind is bitterly cold and it's raining less. Also, I haven't seen an exposed midriff in several days.

- Naming a colour "pearl" is misleading when it's actually a pale purple.

- This Is Knit are throwing an opening party tonight to celebrate their new city-centre store. It's close to lots of touristy sights, so I'm looking forward to dragging any visitors there, especially if they don't knit.

- Our car was broken into last weekend and our beloved GPS was stolen. We have learned numerous lessons from this - including, but not limited to the following:
* Don't leave any sign of a GPS in your car.
* The service entrance to our building leads right to our carpark.
* Leaving the service entrance open *is* like an invitation to thieves.
* Security in our building *is* as crappy as we thought.
* It is possible to drive around Dublin without a GPS just in case - but not to places you've never been to.
* Someone will eventually clean up the broken glass in your carpark if you leave it long enough.


- The most delicious catering in all of counties Dublin and Kildare is from Tiesan, which is owned by the husband of a lovely knitter. They do beautiful-looking and delicious-tasting stuff, and you should order from them now before everyone else does. (Disclosure: they brought a free catered lunch to my office - which everyone loved.)

- Amsterdam is great, and has the best felafel in Europe so far.

- It is the season for pickling onions. I'm about to buy some jars and set aside my own store of deliciousness. Anyone have a great recipe to hand?

- I knew David was a geek, but his last few computer posts? Seriously geeky. Too much time on his hands methinks. Time to give him a refresher knitting lesson...

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Trying to catch my breath

It's been awhile since my last post, and I feel like I've barely paused to catch my breath.

There's been lots of working - though nowhere near as much working as before - I've managed to stop working by lunchtime in Vancouver each night, which was a minor miracle. Work is still busy, with potential for some very exciting and busy times ahead.

I turned 30, and the sky didn't fall in. Nor did I magically turn wrinkly overnight. In fact, apart from a couple of really fun evenings and some lovely gifts, not much has changed. On the day I had a surprise cake at lunch, then a surprise dinner with lovely friends at the only restaurant in Dublin to do a decent tiramisu. (I know this because I always have the tiramisu when it's available, and it's always rubbish.) Then last weekend we had people over for cocktails to celebrate again. (It sounds very glamorous, but a blender was involved. Still, good times all round.)

We went to the Electric Picnic again - and it was great. David's blogged about it already, so I will only add that camping is for fools when B&Bs are so close & cheap; if a wide selection of delicious, moderately healthy, and vege-friendly food can be available at a freakin' festival with only 100K people, perhaps it should be available in a large city with 10x that population; and Chaiwallahs continue to make possbily the best chai I've ever had, please open a shop in Dublin, preferably downstairs from us, and I will have my wages direct debited to you.

I should also say, the knitting was great. The men took a lot of teasing to bully them into trying, but they were susprisingly good. David learned to purl, and was one of the best male knitters there, in spite of his lack of experience. I am one proud teacher!

My knitting protegee/colleague has been coming on apace - she's completed a couple of scarves and is ready for her first project with shaping and stuff in it. We're going to knit the same top at the same time, so she will have some support - though I suspect she will make great progress and put me to shame. Thanks to her lovely boyfriend in the US we've ordered yarn that apparently "feels like knitting a kitten", so it should be fun.

Before that, however, I have a mammoth birthday/Xmas present for Reiko to complete (yes, Reiko, it's for you, and hopefully you'll love it!), a capelet for an almost-niece to find buttons for, and a little top for myself to complete. And then I need to get on with my winter wardrobe, since the cardi I made for myself is not the size it is supposed to be (damn blocking). Instead, Katie gets a lovely warm merino cardigan, all ready for summer. Bad timing, but it's still a pretty good deal I think!

We've had some friends leave here, and another friend announce she will be leaving in November, which has been sad. It's hard to meet people (unless they're knitters, in which case it's easy), and we're going to miss them very much.

The last - and most exciting - bit is, of course, that we've booked our Xmas trip: Japan, Auckland, Whitianga, Sydney, and Vancouver. It was a bit of a logistical nightmare working it all out, but we have almost everything booked and I've started planning all my to-do lists. Sushi, brunch, Ken Yakitori, Roasted Addiqtion, salmon rissoles, Phoenix chai, and Ricochet figure highly on my list so far. Feel free to leave a comment with your list suggestions.

We're off to Amsterdam next weekend, armed with lots of travel tips (no taking pics of the hookers, or they throw your camera in the canal!) and a serious desire to chill out. I haven't had a whole week off work since we went to Tuscany last year, and it looks like I won't be able to take one till we're off on our visit, so we're grabbing a 3-day weekend while we can! In the gap between trips I hope to be able to catch up with everyone, since they've all been off travelling while I've held the fort here.

We had a really summery day today, but the summer - such as it was - seems, on the whole, to have finished. There's a real bite in the air, and it's getting dark awfully quickly. Time to wrap up warmly, drink a pint of Guinness, eat some cheesy potatoes, and hunker down. Roll on Xmas...

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