Sunday, March 19, 2006
Pizza and Ice Cream
Ah, St. Patrick's Day - the day Ireland celebrates the death of a Welshman. Or are they celebrating his attempt to bring religion, civilisation or som
e such concept to their island? Surely not... Whatever it used to be, today it is the day an entire nation dresses up in green and gets drunk. And the day I had to brave rain, hale and winds that nearly brought my bike to a standstill to get to work. Yes, we were one of the few companies in Ireland that didn't close up for this highest of holidays. I was not unhappy to work. In fact, I like working on public holidays. The traffic is bearable, the office is nice and quiet and the canteen is closed, which means that for once, I didn't have to smell the awful stench of 
boiled dog food that normally permeates the hallways at lunchtime. In all, I had a good day. Very relaxed, albeit entirely un-memorable (would that be the same as forgettable?). No parade, no party, nothing.I admit, after fighting my way home through bad weather, crowds of drunken youngsters and groups of over-zealous Gardai, I was also too relaxed (read: lazy) to cook. I wanted to veg out in front of the telly with some junk food in one hand and some sweets in the other. But I wouldn't be myself if I were to just order expensive but nasty takeout. Instead, I made some pizza (you'll find my recipe here), a veggie one for me and a meat lovers for Lofty. Then we put on a movie and the real relaxing began. Desert was a tub of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream. What more can you want from a Friday night at home?
Christine at 10:17 pm
