Food Festival

I like colloquialisms. I like using them to exaggerate a point. I usually resort to the common ones like “ Don’t hold your breath” or “It would be a cold day in Hell before I do that”. These are ones that basically say that there is a low chance of something happening. Here’s an original one put into conversation.

When asked: Are you going to Amsterdam for the weekend?

Response:

It would take a volcano erupting and spreading its ashes across Europe to keep that from happening.

Well what do you know? It happened. So we were left in Dungarvan. Not the worst thing that could have happened. I mean after all, we were pretty exhausted from the last two trips. Conveniently, this weekend was the weekend of the city’s food festival; which turned out to be a great time. The weekend started with a BBQ held at the Lawlor Hotel (which I recently heard that the Kennedy family ate at). The food was spectacular. Lamb, rabbit, burgers, sushi, barley soup and tons of scrumptious desserts. Everything, once again, was complimentary. Good old Dungarvan! As we ate, we listened to a live band and watched the locals tear up the dance floor. Not a bad night.

The following day started off on a similar note. More delicious food. This time we were attending a cooking demonstration by three of the countries top chefs. Each of their styles was unique. The first demonstrator cooked three courses utilizing all of the parts of a pig. The second specialized in Sicilian food. Ironically, she mentioned each of the places that we visited while there. The final demonstrator cooked vegan meals and gave us some interesting information on health concerns. For instance, did you know that you are supposed to wash fruits and vegetables with soap? Well I didn’t. I also had no idea what nettle is and no idea that it makes the most delicious tea I’ve ever tasted. After our final samplings, we had a nice relaxing day. I did some catching up on class work and a lot of catching up on sleep. It was nice to recharge my batteries.