Red Cabbage Coleslaw

Well today I had brunch in Odessa, it has been a long time but I still had the old reliable Vegetarian breakfast with bacon on the side, oh and a dash of hollandaise. Mind you I didn't get through much of the bacon, it was not crispy enough, more steamed than fried if you got my drift, God love the pigs.

Anyway it was the most delightful afternoon, with my good friends Donny and Emma, just passing through Dublin on their way back to Stockholm. I should also add that they both looked exceedingly beautiful as always, but more clean cut in a way, I believe this is the Sweedish way - no knobby jumpers or holes in the shoes.

Meanwhile Emma has been following my blog, she found it before I had even sent it to anyone, she is a bit of a web nerd, by the way, if you ever need an expert researcher for any random sort a thing she is your woman, I can put you through to her.

The lady questioned my post on the coleslaw reciepe - the thing is I forgot to actually post the recipe. She thought I led you to believe, and I guess I did, that the receipe was solely red cabbage and mustard. There I go again, thinking ya'll are telepathic.

Ingredients

* a 1-pound red cabbage, quartered, cored, and sliced very thin (about 6 cups)
* 1 small red onion, halved lengthwise and sliced very thin
* 1/3 cup sour cream
* 1/3 cup mayonnaise
* 2 tablespoons minced fresh dill
* 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Preparation

In a large bowl combine cabbage and onion. In a small bowl stir together remaining ingredients and add to cabbage mixture, tossing well. Season coleslaw with salt and pepper and chill, covered, 1 hour.(Coleslaw may be made 1 day ahead.)

Serve coleslaw chilled or at room temperature.



Well lads do enjoy and remember Red Cabbage Colaslaw is best server in a ceramic Jug, and according to Jammy Dodger, tastes better after sliding down the stairs a few times on a goose down duvet.

I don't have a picture but as soon as Jammy Dodger forwards me on one I shall post it here.

Figure Skating along the canal

What a lovely walk home from Portobello I've just had, the canal frozen with a layer of snow, and footprints from the swans all over the surface, God my heart went out to those poor swans, I might go down tomorrow and throw them a few grasses or some underwater vegetation if I can get my hands on any.
Some brave ice walker took a shortcut across, maybe if the freeze stays we could rent out a pair of skates from Smithfield and head on over for a spot of figure skating.

Emm I did help eat 2 turkeys over Christmas.....

....So I guess my very first post may as well be let go altogether, I suppose I was getting notions of vegeterianism, some day maybe. But until then I shall talk no more about it and tell you about why I began this blog in the first place.

Well it is in response to the lovely Natalie Colemans' blog 'Jammy Dodger'. I shall from here on in refer to Miss Natalie as Jammy Dodger, and why not - it being the prettiest biscuit of all, and if biscuits could talk, Jammie Dodger (correct spelling, but we will go with Natalies spelling) would be among the funniest ones around.

So Jammy Dodger didn't like my jug of red cabbage mustard, a receipe I learned from the lovely Emma Houlihan - well I was rather upset at Jammy Dodgers comments and I suppose this resulted in my rant about the poor chickens. Let me explain, I have known Jammy Dodger now for ten years and had the pleasure of living with her last year, and I was treated to her wonderful roasts, and it didn't have to be a Sunday at all for a Jammy Dodger Roast. The funny thing about these delicious roast is that they were ALWAYS chicken, and also chickens from a farm in Monaghan. These chickens were according to Jammy Dodger, 'the best chickens in Ireland'.

There is also a very amusing story, told to me by Jammy Dodger herself, about a roast chicken dinner that she was preparing for a dinner party a while before I knew her. She woke up very late on the afternoon, of the dinner party, hungover and had forgotten to take the Monaghan chicken from the freezer. She took it by one of its legs and headed up her road looking for a neighbor who owned a microwave with a defrost setting. You know what I don't think Jammy Dodger will ever invite me for roast Monaghan chicken again if I tell the rest of the story.