A long long time ago, Hubby and I took a 4 day trip to Ireland. Childless and quite fancy free, we rented a car and travelled from Dublin to Galway along with a friend. While our friend golfed through this green country, Hubby and I took the time to eat, drink, sightsee, and drink some more.
I appreciate the memories now, much more than how I felt about the experience at the time. Now as a knitter I wish I took the time to peruse the yarn shops, or even just to knock on someone's door so I can spend time with their wooly sheep. I think I would have even spent a tourist's fortune to purchase a hand knit sweater.
I still remember the smell of the countryside...luscious and green. The pubs were welcoming to us, and while I paid a pretty pretty penny to ride a pony through someone's backyard (so much of a tourist trap that I am ashamed to admit it), the food and the Guinness were worth more than the heavy tips we left in gratitude.
Yum, a warm Guinness.
I tried to capture some of those memories today, on St Patrick's Day. You can call it nesting, or a last ditch effort at feeling productive in these last 3 weeks of pregnancy (I hope it will only be 3 weeks more!)...but I decided to try my hand at an Irish Stew made with an Irish Stout, Soda Bread, and a fun Green Grog for my half Scot-Irish children.
I enjoyed the stew, loved the bread, but admittedly wish I could just have the Guinness.
A few more weeks, right?