Monthly Archives: September 2013

Wait one minute…!

You don’t mean…….

You don’t really mean to tell me…..

That all the LBC members took me seriously and did what I asked?

Well, I suppose I better do the rounds to see what they waited one minute to tell me!

What have I to say about waiting a minute… It is what I will be doing for the next few weeks, since driving is off limits and once I go home, transport will be by bus.

Now where did I put that time table?

Thursday Special ~ Walking the Dog

A woman was flying from Seattle to San Francisco.

Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sacramento along the way.

The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft the plane would re-board in 50 minutes..

Everybody got off the plane except one lady who was blind..

A man had noticed her as he walked by and could tell the lady was blind because her guide dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of her throughout the entire flight.. He could also tell she had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached her, and calling her by name, said:

“Kathy, we are in Sacramento for almost an hour. Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?”

The blind lady said:

“No thanks, but maybe Buddy would like to stretch his legs.”

All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a guide dog for the blind!

Even worse, the pilot was wearing sunglasses !

People scattered.
They not only tried to change planes…..
But they were trying to change airlines!

This one came from Ramana who adds:

Things aren’t always as they appear.
Some things are not always what you see or hear!!!!!!!!


‘Beauty is the size of your heart, NOT the size of your jeans.’ No idea who said that.

My jeans are long but small. Hearts are small.

An average heart weighs 10 ounces. For something that small it can cause a mighty lot of problems.

I sometimes wonder if I really have a heart and if it is made of wood?

Maybe by the end of the day I will have an answer!

Buffy practicing for blog posting

Buffy practicing for blog posting

Buffy, will you mind Tobias for me today? Sure, now you know how to type on the keyboard. You are not to spend half the day on YouTube barking at the dogs and cats!

Laters folks!

Quartet of quotes

One can easily judge the character of a person by the way they treat people who can do nothing for them.
~ Proverb

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.
~ Oscar Wilde

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.
~ Robert Frost

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.
~ Soren Kierkegaard

Food Monday ~ Profiteroles

Preheat the oven to 200º C

2 ozs butter
¼ pint water
2 ½ ozs plain flour, sieved
2 eggs

whipped cream

To serve
chocolate sauce

Melt butter in the water and bring to a rolling boil. Remove from the heat and add the flour at once. Beat with a wooden spoon until the paste is smooth and comes away from the sides of the pan cleanly. Remove the dough from the pan and place in a bowl to cool slightly then beat in the eggs gradually, adding just enough to give a smooth mixture of piping consistency.

Pipe onto greased baking sheets in small buns about 5cm/2in in diameter leaving at least an inch between each bun.. Bake for 20-25 mins, until puffed, golden and crisp.
Allow to cool on a cooling rack, make a small slit in each for steam to escape.
Fill with Whipped cream, arrange the profiteroles on a plate and drizzle with chocolate sauce over the top.

A quick and easy chocolate sauce

3 Mars Bars
3 tblsps Milk

Chop the Mars bars and melt together with milk in a bowl set over a pan of gently simmering water, stirring all the time (the water shouldn’t touch the bottom of the bowl). Pour over Profiteroles while still hot.

Ever try a savoury version? They work just as well and makes a great appetiser.

Sprinkle the top of the buns with favourite chopped herbs, ground spices or grated cheese before putting in the oven to bake.

For the savoury fillings try:

  • cream cheese and chive
  • prawn & mayo
  • cheese and spinach
  • egg mayo
  • bacon and sundried tomato
  • pate mixed with a little cream
  • smoked salmon pate works particularly well

Now I wonder…… would Hummus work?
Happy nibbling!

Special offer today.

Today, like all the best Supermarkets I offer two for the price of one!

Theobald Wolfe Tone 1763-1798

Theobald Wolfe Tone

Theobald Wolfe Tone ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~ Edward Delaney

As you approach St Stephen’s Green from the North East Corner A large sculpture of Theobald Wolfe Tone (1763 – 1798) stands guard today. Commonly known as Wolfe Tone, he was one of the founding members of the United Irishmen and is regarded as the father of Irish republicanism.

Cyclists resting at the feet of the father of Irish republicanism. I wonder what they are scheming?

Cyclists resting at the feet of the father of Irish republicanism. I wonder what they are scheming?

When you walk round the stone pillars the other side tells a very different story:

Hungry Heart Famine memorial  ~Edward Delaney

Hungry Heart Famine memorial
~Edward Delaney

Hungry Heart Famine memorial ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~Edward Delaney

Hungry Heart: Edward Delaney‘s “Famine Memorial”

The two parts are all one sculpture and you can read more about them in this obituary for Edward Delaney from The Guardian in 2009

This eight-minute video on Dublin, Ireland’s St. Stephen’s Green and sculptor Edward Delaney’s “Famine Memorial” (1967) gives more information.

Back on August I featured the work of Edward Delaney, with his piece Four Angels.

Photographing the Alphabet ~ X

X  can have many meanings, but tonight I am in playful mood….

Helicopter rotor forming an X

Helicopter rotor forming an X

This one landed in the hall tonight.

Lego Helicopter

Lego Helicopter

Ready to go to the hanger.

Lego Helicopter on transporter

Lego Helicopter on transporter

Say nothing about the blurry photograph. I have been told off already tonight….. for getting down on my knees to take the photo! Getting down was the easy part. Getting up again is a horse of a different colour, when you have a swollen ankle twice the normal size.

X might be a bad mark for my behavior 🙁 Maybe Nurse Hitler will have forgotten by the morning! 😉

X is also the sign for a kiss, and with it I wish you pleasant dreams.

Can men cook daily meals?


I was once told that anyone who could read, could cook!

OK, if they follow the steps in the recipe they should be able to produce a decent meal, but it takes time and experience to learn about texture, taste, aroma and presentation!

I have male friends who confide that their wives will not allow them in their kitchens!

My late father was a typical Irish husband of his time, he never set foot in the kitchen. His head might appear round the door to enquire “What time will the dinner be ready?”, but he never offered to help.

When I got married, it was rather a shock to find Jack at my elbow when I was preparing a meal. Did he not trust my cooking skills? Did he think that I would kill him off? No!

One day while preparing a chicken for roasting, he stood silent, intently watching my every move. I asked if he was worried that I might poison him, but he assured me that he was there to learn. In his time as a widower, he had a limited number of dishes in his repertoire, but never bought a chicken. It was thirty six years ago, long before chicken portions or goujons, and he did not know what needed to be removed or left in the chicken cavity before cooking.

As I put a prepared meal in the oven one day, Jack turned and said to me, “I think I now know how to do that recipe, so next time we are having that dish, I’ll make it!”

He did. With time his culinary skills increased and he often offered to make our meals!

He had one rule: If I prepared and cooked the meal, he cleared up after it! In fact on most days he had the preparation dishes washed and away before we sat to the table! He was my dishwasher – fast, portable, no need for electricity, and his whistling was tuneful!

Some of the best cooks I know ARE MEN.

Padmini from This and That, There and Here, asked the question: Can men cook daily meals? I know all the male members of the Loose Bloggers Consortium can cook, but have yet to enjoy a meal at their tables. Now there is an idea… A tour of all the LBCer’s kitchens…. While I dream about that, why not join me on my weekly jaunt to see what delicious tidbits they have on offer for us to share this week.

Thursday Special ~ Symphonies

A tourist in Vienna is going through a graveyard and all of a sudden he hears music. No one is around, so he starts searching for the source. He finally locates the origin and finds it is coming from a grave with a headstone that reads “Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827”. Then he realizes that the music is the Ninth Symphony and it is being played backward!

Puzzled, he leaves the graveyard and persuades a friend to return with him. By the time they arrive back at the grave, the music has changed. This time it is the Seventh Symphony, but like the previous piece, it is being played backward.

Curious, the men agree to consult a music scholar. When they return with the expert, the Fifth Symphony is playing, again backward.

The expert notices that the symphonies are being played in the reverse order in which they were composed, the 9th, then the 7th, then the 5th.

By the next day the word has spread and a crowd has gathered around the grave They are all listening to the Second Symphony being played backward. Just then the graveyard’s caretaker ambles up to the group.

Someone in the group asks him if he has an explanation for the music.

“I would have thought it was obvious” the caretaker says. “He’s decomposing.”

I need to thank my good friend David for this one. He tells me it came all the way from Aus…..tralia!


When I was growing up, Wage was what a man earned for his daily toil.

We heard regularly of the ‘wages of sin’. We were told to beware the punishment of hell. It was all fire and brimstone back then. I wore a knee length skirt, fashionable for the time, it seemed to creep above my knees when in a sitting position and to this day I can hear the rebuke: “Cover your knees, you shameless hussy!”

I wonder what the nuns who said that to me all those years ago, would think of the show I saw on stage last night, or of me for attending it and having some input? Surely they would have us condemned to eternal damnation.

But when you think about it, eternal damnation cannot be long…. Cremation of a body lasts approximately 90 minutes until the process is complete and all that remains are small amounts of bone and ash. So I can live with that! 😉

Anyways, as we say in Dublinese, back to last night. My visit to Dublin Fringe Festival to see WAGE at the Project Arts Centre, Cube.

Fitzgerald & Stapleton are a contemporary dance company founded by Emma Fitzgerald and Áine Stapleton, who aim to redefine representation of the dancing body through frequent performance. They choreograph collaboratively using language as a tool to animate and direct the dancer’s performance of their choreography.

“The scores we write include directions and instructions written in language ranging from pragmatic to poetic. Our politic is to accept with respect whatever form the body responds with as it negotiates these scores. The fundamental challenge in each performance is to remain attentive to the body as a living/dying organism that constantly orientates itself to its environment – in this way it is similar to vipassana meditation practice where the attention rests on the breath – but we are attempting to pay attention to the whole body each instant.”

Áine & Emma were on stage throughout the performance, dressed as they were on arrival into this world – naked. I am not so sure from the mutterings of the man (my vintage) sitting beside me, if he was very comfortable with two naked ladies dancing at arms reach in front of him (we were in the front row). He sat it out, but he and his female companion were out the door like a shot when the performance ended.

As we were forewarned, the piece was challenging and complex. Through video, text and movement it examined the roles imposed on women’s bodies by society and in particular, at the prostitution industry. It moved from anger to hilarity, yet was at times poignant.

For the finale, the girls returned to the stage clothed this time and were joined for a brief discussion, by Justine Reilly, a co-founder of SPACE – Survivors of Prostitution-Abuse Calling for Enlightenment, to give a real-life context to Wage’s ideals.

Justine is very aware of the damage of prostitution and rape, she had been introduced to the ‘game’ by her partner and pimp. Eventually after twenty years, she found the exit door and became involved in activism for the good of other victims.

We had a few words with Justine after the show, but did not hang about, I had a fall yesterday and my ankle was sore*. (Do you think I can blame the nuns??)

We sure had plenty to think about and discuss on the journey home.

* I made it to the Project Arts Centre with the aid of a crutch provided by Elly, and her strong arm on the other side. Today will be a day of rest.