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Mincemeat TartIt’s a few days to Christmas. Unusually for me, the festive atmosphere is beginning to raise my spirits. My mood is good. I decide to nip into Dublin city to arrange gifts and presents for the ones I love.

It’s cold as I make my way down the ramp in the car park. My progress is stalled by a crunching sound, followed by a stream of expletives from a respectable looking woman. She has scraped her car against a pillar. I can offer no solace. I put my head down and manfully walk on.

FigsI don’t believe that Oscar Wilde was talking about baked figs when he quipped that famous quote. If he had, he would have said “I can resist anything except baked figs and, oh yeah, temptation.” A chance discovery of a tray of figs for €6.95 got this recipe underway. Those of you who had a look at my baked peaches in a previous post might be forgiven for saying this is a very similar post. I don’t care.

PeachesThis one may get me in trouble. Before you go off the deep end and start to palpitate, I am not making a general case for food miles in what we eat. Though, I recently heard a very cogent argument for food to be produced where it is cheapest to do so. The actual costs involved in planting, growing, picking, cleaning, trimming, sorting, cooling, shipping or flying and driving a tray of green beans from Peru or Nigeria to your local supermarket are, apparently, negligible.

PearsYes, I am having a rant and you may be in my line of fire. You may be the cause of my ire and anger. But, as we say here in Ireland: If the cap fits, wear it. If you take offence, suck it up. Because I am beyond caring. I have reached the end of my rope. I am saying what I need to say and you better just take it on the chin.

My eldest is very competitive. Some say, too competitive. When she started her travel blog, Shallow Pockets Travel, I helped her out where I could. I learned a lot by the process. In fact, that is what prompted me to start this blog. My experience previously was restricted to our company blog.

For a time, all went along well. Eldest daughter (ED) enthused about her latest post and numbers of hits and so forth. I offered fatherly encouragement to her endeavor. Meanwhile, I quietly worked away cooking, photographing, writing and posting in my free time. All was well in our little blogosphere and in our home. Or was it?

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