When the Irish potato famine hit in the mid-nineteenth century, the US got a sudden influx of rowdy, red-haired, easily provoked, genius storytellers who made everyone in New York suddenly start talking like Jimmy Cagney.
I could never understand what the problem was with beef stew at my house. Each winter, when I dared to serve it, every bowl was pushed away in favor of bread with lots of butter. The Irish, thankfully, came to my rescue.
It’s authentic. From the tiny little octagonal floor tile to the toilet’s high, high tanks with a long, dangling chain for flushing…
I generally don’t worry about how much I spend on food, although it’s been an ongoing source of tension in my household because we’re supposed to be living within a budget. If you don’t have the money, you don’t buy it. Or maybe you charge it?
Stop being so fat, alright? Actually don’t because then WHO WILL SHARE MY MISERY.
Animals sure are delicious and cute — it’s a difficult dilemma. As an alternative: did you know cannibalism is considered vegan?
Part II: Christmas harder!
Get the foodie in your family something for the holidays that’s not an overly specific kitchen appliance.
Don’t drop extra bones on shipping for fancy foodie delights — Richmond’s got you covered.