The west coast of Ireland is a wonderful place. Rolling green fields and an aching tortuous sky, often grey but sometimes a charming blue. The torture is that you never know whether it is going to be the nice sky, or the sad sky. That is Ireland for you. Often the grey sky meets an identical grey sea, but then sometimes charms you when it beams and pairs with billowing white clouds and a pale blue choppy sea.
Who goes to Ireland for the weather though? No one. You go to Ireland for the people, the pretty landscape, and increasingly, for the great food festivals.
Last week I went to Kenmare in Kerry for the new Kenmare Food Carnival. The Kerry landscape is our most dramatic, with the closest thing we have to real mountains. The wild Atlantic caresses the Kerry shores, there is bountiful produce and more than its fair share of rain, but this is what makes it so lovely. Not the rain itself but the results of it.
Kenmare is Ireland’s only town with more restaurants than pubs (I am told) with a population of approx 2000 people. The Carnival was put together by a passionate group of locals who love food and love Kenmare. I was delighted to participate with a cooking demo – based around brunch in this instance – and a book signing. For the rest of the time I was happily joining in.
I was going to post about all of it now, but my *crappy* laptop, as well as having no F9 key and a work shy delete button, now no longer has a working USB port. I really need to upgrade, this crappy little thing was supposed to be a temporary fix when my Powerbook died two years ago.
So, for now, I will share the photos that I had on my phone and two from the demo donated to me by lovely Wendy who attended – thank you.
We can live with that for now, eh?