Meat

The barbecue season is just about on top of us here in Ireland. It is that brief window where Gender Neutral Adult Figure Nature (Mother Nature to the less sensitive amongst you) strings three or four days together like pearls on a necklace of summer sunshine. Not that I have any issues with Father Nature wearing pearls. But, I digress. When we get the few days of tepid sunshine leaking through the damaged ozone layer above the Emerald Isle, we immediately strip to the waist and fire up the barbecue.

I find myself at a loss for words. That is a pretty unusual state in which to be. This is an excellent dish that I hope you get to try. But, I find that when I go in search of appropriate adjectives to assist in the description, I am at a loss for words. So, I am spreading the load and asking you to fill in your own adjectives as appropriate. To help, I have compiled a list from which you can choose.

If one is a regular blogger, it behoves one to have a schedule and to stick with it. Mine is weekly, Tuesday 10:00AM Irish time (actually British time but Brexit, if it ever happens, may put paid to that). I have had enough and need a bit of a break to recharge the batteries and get my act together. So, instead of posting something new and exciting, I encourage you to look back through the 49 lamb recipes I have here on the blog. I will highlight my top 5 for Easter and then I’m off to the west of Ireland to ride my bicycle, drink pints and talk nonsense. Enjoy your Easter, you have a few days to prepare for it.

They say that one is lucky to be able to count one’s friends on the fingers of one hand, even if one is unlucky enough to have suffered a gory industrial accident that trimmed a couple of digits. But, we can all take comfort in the knowledge that our supermarket has our back. They love us. They send us money back vouchers and offer us tasty bits of cake as we enter the store. They always have smiling people in the promos on Facebook. They even go to the trouble of taking out full page advertisements in the Sunday papers to let us know the great offers that they have set aside for us. They are our friends after all. That’s the sort of thing friends do.

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