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Espresso Brownie

Anything chocolatey and gooey in the centre – delish
With the hazelnut and dark chocolate this recipe has healthy credentials.

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Does Espresso in a brownie make them breakfast?
They are nice enough to have anytime of the day but maybe that’s stretching it. What ever about that, they really are delicious…..
Please be brave and take them out when they are still gooey in the middle as that is the hallmark of a really delicious brownie!

Cuts into 16
Oven at 180C

50ml good quality espresso
200gr dark chocolate
150gr butter

150gr sugar
3 eggs

50gr plain flour (You can substitute almond flour or an other gluten free flour of your choice)
100gr hazlenuts, toast gently, skin and chop

Melt the chocolate, butter and espresso gently over a bain marie
Whisk the sugar and eggs together
Fold in the flour followed by the melted chocolate mixture
Add the hazlenuts and pour into a greased lined tin approx 10″ by 10″
Bake for between 15-20 minutes. This is because all ovens…

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Up By Napper Tandys House

This Sunday I went walkabout in Dublin’s oldest streets. Researching the price of organic cherry tomatoes, I made for the Dublin Food Coop. From Thomas Street, I passed throught Meath Street and The Coombe. Quiet and clean swept it being a Sunday, the redbrick houses are history in themselves. The families that grew up there, the messages bought, the workers arriving in , scraping theit boots on the built in irons that still protrude from the redbrick at foot level.

The men who arrived home without work during the lockout and strikes of 1913 – the stories those walls could tell.

IMG_3017Google maps brought me to the market – a buzzing hive of activity. Tourists from all over th world had found their way to this hub of crafts, music collections ,coffee and food.

Cherry tomatoes were to be found @ €5 per kilo. Sourced from Spain so methinks there is a gap in the market for Irish Organic Cherry tomatoes.

 

Islands of my Dreams

WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE TO YOU?

Is it only me or does everyone see the land mass nearest them as the first island they looked out at as a child?
When I look out at Howth, I see Cape Clear. When I look at Clare island off Luisburgh, I see Cape Clear.
I think the shape of these land masses is similar. Ridges left after the glaciers slid their way through valleys to eventually melt into the sea.


Their height is similar – not a very scientific observation but it gives me more to go on than nostalgia for my faulty perception.
Or is it just wishful thinking- to be back in those days when your horizon was bordered Cape Clear, when the day was regulated by high tide so we could jump off Colla Pier.
The walk past Hannah Fleury’s house, its perennial garden laden with scent , where her gorgeous golden retriever would curl on her back, beseeching us to rub her belly where her nipples felt velvety and nubbly under our fingers.
We would pick up a swarm of files there that would pester us for a few fields. Our towels would round our heads, we must have looked like a small group of nomadic berbers, tans and freckles and sunburnt, instead of the mahogany skin of the desert inhabitants.
We loitered at the pier, in fact we loitered everywhere. I cant think of a single other thing we did. We cycled, speeding down the 30’ gradient up at Caherlaska,, and freewheeling up the other side, seeing how far we could go without pedalling.
We would later cut those hills out and dump our bikes in the heather and go across the springy turf and jump goat like over the rocks until we reached the holiday bungalow.
Never going straight in to the house, but instead climbing directly on to the asphalt roof of the garage and in to the attic space, almost entirely filled with a table tennis table made of plywood and hung around with sheep skins drying on the rafters.
The smell of those pelts is with me today, an acrid, earthy type of odour, inhaled deeply by us with whatever other dust and particles were in that roof space as we sped around the table, becoming more accurate every day with our serves and volleys.
Dinner was almost invariably fresh mackerel cooked whole, with four scores across the sides and grilled or fried with butter.
Served with liberal lemon juice and potatoes, we left the house as soon as possible after dessert, squeezing every last minute out of the long evenings with the stunning sunsets lasting any time up to 11.30.
Maybe that is why I always think of Cape clear when I look out at the horizon from Dun Laoghaire. We were kings of our world for those few uncompromisingly lived weeks where natures backdrop knows no half measures.

Ahakista memorial to Air India disaster

To stand at the edge of the sea and look out between the mountains framing each side of Bantry peninsula feels like gazing towards eternity.

The sundial faces permanently in this direction reaching out to the victims who were never found when their plane was blown out of the sky in the Atlantic Sea.

It contemplates what none of us can understand. It offers words attempting to express the inexpressible.

Time flies. Suns rise and shadows fall. Love reigns forever overall

 

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