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When I say, “Rice Krispie Treats” what comes to mind?

If you’re American you immediately picture a tasty, addictive,  marshmallow and rice cereal square. If you’re in Ireland you imagine something different. Such was my predicament a few years ago when, for my older daughter’s mid-week birthday, I sent her to school with a batch of…you guessed it…American Rice Krispie Treats. We weren’t in the classroom door five minutes when one little darling shouted out, “These aren’t Rice Krispie Buns! There’s no chocolate!!”

Hmmm…chocolate?

Yes, it turns out in Ireland our beloved Rice Krispie Treats, correctly called Rice Krispie Buns, are a delicious mixture of melted chocolate and rice cereal.

Flash forward to present day…earlier this week (can that be a flash-forward?)…Monday to be exact. My sweet third-grader asked me to speak to her class on all things Saint Patrick and Irish. With her direction, I brushed up on my edited-version of Irish history and Saint Patrick and prepared a 30-minute presentation. But what’s a presentation without a snack? Not much if you’re in third grade (third class or KG3 for my Irish readers).

Wanting our Irish-talk to be about all things Irish, my daughter and I decided to make…you guessed it…Irish Rice Krispie Buns. Together we measured and melted the chocolate and added the cereal. In a matter of minutes we were done and well on our way to taste-testing. Can I get a “yummmmm”?

The talk on Saint Patrick and Ireland went well. My youngest daughter and I are turning the talk into a children’s book and will start submitting it to publishers in the coming weeks. If we’re lucky enough to get it published we’ll let you know. In the meantime, whip up a batch of these tasty Irish Rice Krispie Bun Treats…they’re simple and delicious.

Irish Rice Krispie Bun Treats

Makes approximately 30-35 Treats

4oz/113g good quality semi-sweet or milk chocolate
3 cups/75g/3oz Rice Krispie Cereal

Directions

1. Break the chocolate into small pieces and melt in a glass or metal bowl over a saucepan of simmering, but not boiling, water.

2. Line a baking tray with parchment paper. Put 30-35 mini muffin cases on the baking tray in preparation of adding the mixed treats.

3. Gradually add the Rice Krispies to the melted chocolate and stir well to ensure the cereal is completely coated with chocolate.

4. Spoon a heaped teaspoon into each mini muffin case.

5. Cover lightly with plastic wrap and allow to cool completely before serving.

Note: For a nice Irish-American twist, add a cup of mini-marshmallows to the chocolate covered rice cereal and mix well. For an Irish surprise, top the treats with colourful Smarties (M&M’s).

Well, Dear Readers, I think I’ve finally lost the plot! Two weeks ago I went to the gym…it’s been a while. Traveling back and forth between Las Vegas and the Rockies and running a busy household has kept me away from something I truly believe in – exercise. So, like I said, I went to the gym. I did an hour on a stationary bike and then decided to take a peek inside a “class”.

The class that was about to begin was boxercise, which sounded interesting. I entered the room and stood towards the back. As the ladies, and the one gentleman, filed in they greeted one another and checked themselves in the mirror. The age group was mid-twenties to mid-sixties: all in all a pretty strong-looking group. There was, of course, the amazingly gorgeous girls with the teeny-tiny waists, buxom bosoms, and form-fitting gear from Lululemon, and the uber-fit girls whose thighs looked stronger than a vice grip. The killer, however, was the 60+ woman who, when she whipped off her zippered athletic top, revealed upper arm muscles that would make Madonna jealous. Never mind, the gentleman who was clearly out of shape and out of his league, and the few “nice” ladies who stood to the back…they paled in comparison to the girls at the front of the room eagerly waiting the instructors arrival.

“Holy Mother of G__,” I thought to myself, “there’s no chance of me taking this class until I’m more fit.” Unfortunately, the instructor walked in just as I was about to leave. She kindly asked me to join the class, to which I declined. Instead, I asked if I could “audit” her class. She agreed, though she did strongly urge me (on more than one occasion) to jump in at any time.

As the music began, things looked promising. I can do this…or so I thought for the first five minutes of the warm-up. As the tempo increased, however, the exercise got serious…really serious.  One of the vice-grip-girls began jabbing and throwing upper-cuts and left and right hooks in a way that was reminiscent of a prize-fighter in the ring. When she pummeled the air with two fists it was with such intensity that I wondered who she was imagining was on the receiving end of her fury. She wasn’t alone. Everyone moved in perfect tempo and precisely: clearly this wasn’t their first time in this class. The gorgeous girls were frustratingly coordinated: they jabbed, ducked, dripped sweat and kicked butt without ever missing a beat. “Nope…gotta be in better shape to take this class, ” I thought to myself as I quietly slipped out the door unnoticed.

When did one need to get in shape before taking a class to get in shape? I mean, I’ve heard of cleaning your house before the housekeeper comes, but really…exercise too?! Sadly, it’s true. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ve finally reached the point where “no return” is starting to look dangerously close.

The last year-and-a-half I have not consistently exercised. I have: 1) lost my mother suddenly; 2) moved away from Ireland for a two-year stint; and 3) lost my grandmother to cancer. Between the grieving and the packing, unpacking and settling, I didn’t make time to stay in shape.

Well, no more excuses. The time is now. I bought a jump rope, a 5lb/2.2kg kettlebell, and a new workout outfit yesterday. I already have the runners (tennis shoes), the exercise dvd’s, and a local pay-as-you-go gym nearby. I figure it will take me a month before I’m ready to jump into that boxercise class…with a little luck, three weeks.  What about you? Are you in need of a personal tune-up? Care to join me? If so, let me know what your goal is and let’s work on it together.

Related Links:

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Today is Mother’s Day, traditionally called Mothering Sunday, in Ireland. To my lovely mother-in-law and sister-in-law (of triplets, no less), and my dear friends Linda, Jean, Catriona, Natasha, Susan and all the rest, I send love and best wishes from across the miles. Happy Mother’s Day everyone and God bless. xo Kim

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”Mother’s Day’ is not an invention of Hallmark cards, but in fact has its roots in ancient history. In Ireland, as in the UK, Mothering Sunday is celebrated on the 4th Sunday in Lent. In other parts of the world it is usually celebrated in March, April or May.

Celebrations of motherhood can be traced back to the Ancient Greeks and Romans. The ancient Greeks held a spring festival dedicated to Rhea, the mother of the Greek Gods Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. They also celebrated the  Festival  of Cybele, Mother of The Gods, at the time of the March  equinox and this was later adopted by Romans who celebrated it around the Ides of March ( March 15th  to 18th). Also in ancient Roman religion there is mention of the Matronalia when women got gifts from their husbands and daughters, husbands were expected to offer prayers for their wives and slaves were given a day off work.

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For all you Dear Readers who really don’t give a toss about whether your St. Patrick’s Day food, decorations and traditions are Irish or not this blog is for you! The following are among the best ideas I’ve found on the web to make your Paddy’s Day a festive one.

1. It’s Easy Being Green! 36+ St. Patrick’s Day Ideas for any Budget! on How Does She? – http://www.howdoesshe.com/its-easy-being-green-40-st-patricks-day-ideas-for-any-budget. Alison, Shelley and Missy are the Founders of How Does She? and their site is “all about the concept of gathering inspirational women together”. How Does She? has loads of adorable ideas and free printables for St. Patrick’s Day.

2. Guinness Float with Coffee Ice Cream, Whipped Cream, Salty Peanuts and Chocolate Syrup on thefader.com – https://www.thefader.com/2012/03/06/five-spring-treats-to-make-right-now/3/.  This recipe/story by Alex Frank, with yummy-looking photography by Alex Yen, and styling assistance by Hannah Schmitz, is enough to make me forget that I don’t enjoy the taste of Guinness and give this recipe a try. Could be a crowd pleaser for adults.

3. 17 Days of Irish Love on the Tiny Tiarahttp://tinytiaraparties.wordpress.com/?s=St.+Patrick%27s+Day. Nicola’s sweet site features ideas from across the internet and has one idea a day for the 17 days in March leading up to St. Patrick’s Day. If you’re planning a family party or having friends with children over, this site will surely give you some great decorating ideas.

4. St. Patrick’s Day Party Dessert Tablehttp://blowoutparty.com/blog/2011/02/st-patricks-day-party-dessert-table/. Nothing could be easier than a dessert party if you’re having friends over after Mass or the parade on St. Patrick’s Day. Cute and simple…what could be better?

5. St. Patrick’s Day Eviteshttp://new.evite.com/content/ideas/st-patricks-day. There’s still time to send a quick (and green) invitation to family and friends over the internet. Check out Evite.com’s Paddy’s Day designs. With more than fifteen to choose from, you’ll definitely find one to suit your event.

Last week, just in time for St. Patrick’s Day, The Irish Times newspaper asked readers across the country to tweet their definition of Irishness. The title “Freckles, Fries and Philandering at Mass” says it all! Here is a reprint of the article:

Freckles, fries and philandering at Mass

Photo by Scott McDermott

#beingirishmeans calling all ATMs drinklinks – Michael Collins

#beingirishmeans having an Aunt Mary – Frankie Fitzgerald

#beingirishmeans you don’t have the foggiest idea of how to speak Irish – Raheen Jackson

Apparently #beingirishmeans accepting paying €36,000 each to bail out Anglo but despising #occupydamestreet for protesting about it – The Barbarian

#beingirishmeans the only Irish you can speak is “an bhfuil cead agam dul go dti an leithreas?” – Kain Devine

#beingirishmeans you owe more money than you could ever afford to repay without having borrowed it in the first place – Niamh Redmond

#beingirishmeans knowing Father Ted off by heart – Lorna mcGinley

#beingirishmeans You can say “Any craic?” to a policeman and you won’t get arrested – Niamh Manning

#beingirishmeans answering How are you? with How are you?. Foreigners never quite grasp that insist on saying how they are – Fiona McCann

Photo by Dan Noon

#beingirishmeans having freckles – Niall #beingirishmeans you’ve been greeted with “D’ya know who’s dead?” by your mother – Ellen Power

#beingirishmeans saying prayers in school daily, even though you’re athiest – Frankie Fitzgerald

#beingirishmeans enjoying a traditional Irish breakfast at any time of the day or night – Caroline Egan

#beingirishmeans nothing really. Other than buying into the view that there could possibly be an all-encompassing national stereotype – Cathal McQuaid

#beingirishmeans Being accused of being “D4” in a pub in London – Alan Duff

#beingirishmeans getting travel directions that consist of pub names, churches and roundabouts – Beano

#beingirishmeans watching the Late Late Toy Show every year regardless of your age – Diane H

#beingIrishmeans sympathy for fraudsters – Allan Cavanagh

#beingirishmeans that if Penneys ever closed, half the country would be naked – Gareth McGregor

#beingirishmeans we must persevere – Aidan O’Callaghan

#beingirishmeans every other nationality loves you. – sarah and grainne

#beingirishmeans everything to me!? – aCASTLEinFIRTHland

#beingirishmeans growing up thinking that olive oil was only used as a treatment for sore ears – Paul O’Kane

#beingirishmeans you complain about everything but never do anything about it – Adam Kane

#beingirishmeans going to Mass just to check out the talent – Charlotte Ryan

#BeingIrishmeans never having to say you’re sorry . . . oh wait no, that’s just the Government – Editor in Chic

#beingirishmeans our own words craic, banter, shift, feckin, cop on will ya, few naggins be grand, morto, skittin, jaysus, state of yer wan – zoey finn

#beingirishmeans throwing on the shorts and sunnies when it hits 17degrees cos u don’t know when it’s gona be sunny again – okee o keeffe

#beingirishmeans hating the winner of the €200 euro – marc synnott

#beingirishmeans having aunties that are actually “friends of the family” – ciara oneill

#beingirishmeans adj. (I·rish) 1. the ability to be your best when youre at your worst – Cathy Orr

#beingirishmeans knowing all the words to Fairytale of NY, never knowing a stranger (aren’t any), and not forgetting the green of Ireland – Pamela Boyd Shields

#beingirishmeans If there’s not some form of potatoes with it, then it is not a dinner – Linda Callaghan

#beingirishmeans you can mime the whole national anthem – Colm Keegan

#beingirishmeans at least one of your relatives holds political office – Sandra Purcell

#beingirishmeans Lying to everyone! Doctor: I’m fine thanks!. Priest: Nothing to confess. Garda: I wasn’t speeding. God: I believe in you! – Dermot Heaney

#beingirishmeans Great pride in our Nobel prize winning authors, but never reading their works – mell61

#beingirishmeans binge drinking you way into A&E on a Saturday night – Eleanor Tiernan

#beingirishmeans being in debt and indentured, till death and dentures us do part – brownbread mixtape

#beingirishmeans emigrating and suddenly developing an overblown grá for Guinness, hurling, the Irish language, U2 and Catholicism – David Mahon

#BeingIrishMeans It’s Paddy’s Day. Not Patty’s Day – Hugh Curran

Photo by Irish Fireside

#beingirishmeans that you most likely hate #eurovision but secretly watch the final every year – Ivor Connolly

#beingirishmeans you don’t wait for the lights to turn green when crossing the road – Johnny R

#beingirishmeans climbing Croagh Patrick just for the pints after – Pam

#BeingIrishmeans forcing children to play the tin whistle, or perform an Irish jig for all the relatives in the sitting room – Sarah Barrett

#beingirishmeans not actually living in Ireland. Sad truth! – laura masterson

In 2012, #beingirishmeans struggling to keep huge, lavishly-furnished houses. With no heat. – Mary O’Donnell

And the winner is . . .

#beingirishmeans emigrating because the country’s in tatters, and telling the world how much you miss it – Julia Cashman

Photo Credit: Tracy Rhodes on Flickr

With March 17th fast approaching it’s hard to know what’s Irish and what’s not…unless, of course, you’re living in Ireland. Green beer, four-leafed shamrocks, corned beef and cabbage, wearing green…these are often touted as being Irish but they’re not. They’re Oirish (pronounced oye-rish). Oirish has nothing to do with Ireland except that it’s a term, coined by not-so-amused Irish people, to describe anything associated with tourists or the tourist trade in Ireland that paints the country as the land of blarney stones and leprechauns. It probably started back in the 70’s when well-intentioned visitors would arrive to the Emerald Isle by the (airplane) load wearing Kelly green trousers and greeting locals with “Top of the morning to ya”.

In all my years of living in Ireland, I’ve never heard an Irish person use that phrase to greet someone. They may say, “Are you well?“, “How’s Kim? ” or even just a simple “Good morning.”, but that’s about it. Strange how the image of the Irish culture outside of Ireland has gone so awry when, quite literally, millions of Irish people have left the country and populated other countries for more than 100 years.

St. Patrick’s Day Ireland 2010

For the record, Saint Patrick’s Day, also known as Paddy’s Day (and not Patty’s Day), is a religious holiday celebrating the life and teachings of St. Patrick. Most people will go to Mass in the morning, attend a parade in their local village in the afternoon, and have their tea (supper) in the evening. They will not be eating corned beef and cabbage. More likely they will eat bacon (Irish ham) with cabbage and potatoes or roast pork or lamb with mashed potatoes and a veg (vegetable). My good friend Linda will be serving her family roast lamb, smothered in garlic and olive oil, with roasted veg and mashed potatoes. In our home it would be (and will be) ham.Truth is, there really isn’t a “traditional” meal for St. Patrick’s Day that gets served by every home throughout the country.

As for the other two popular Oirish traditions, here are the facts:

Drink: No self-respecting Irish person drinks green alcoholic beverages on Paddy’s Day. Instead, if they do head to the pubs, they will be drinking Guinness, Murphy’s, Harp, Smithwicks, Carlsburg, Budweiser (yes, Budweiser), Bulmers (an alcoholic beverage made from apples), Jameson and Bushmills (whiskeys). The men will typically drink “pints” and the ladies will have a “glass”. If you’re out with friends, you’ll buy in “rounds” (the practice of taking turns buying a drink for everyone in your group) or else you’ll be seen to be “mean” (cheap).

Shamrocks: A shamrock is not the same thing as a four-leaf clover. If it has four leaves, it is not a shamrock. The shamrock became synonymous with Ireland due to the teachings of St. Patrick. Legend has it that Patrick used the humble shamrock, which grows wild in Ireland and only has three leaves, to describe the Catholic teaching of the Holy Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit). Today, Shamrocks are blessed and given out after Mass on St. Patrick’s Day and they are often worn on a shirt or jacket lapel for the day. Irish people do not typically wear any other “special” green attire on the day and they do not practice the tradition of pinching someone for not wearing green.

If you’re seriously interested in having an authentically Irish St. Patrick’s Day (and you happen to live in America) here are my suggestions:

1. In the morning go to Mass.

2. When you get home, serve a real Irish fry-up for breakfast. That would be eggs, rashers, sausages, black and white pudding, grilled tomato, soda bread with jam and butter and tea (Barry’s Gold Blend is our favourite).

3. Find a local parade to attend.

4. When you get back home, serve a traditional Irish supper (recipe below is from my mother-in-law), toast your true Irish roots and, for dessert, serve a lovely warm rhubarb pie with a dollop of hand-whipped cream.

Slan!

Irish Bacon & Cabbage with Boiled Potatoes

Serves 6

4-5lb/2-2.5kg shoulder or loin of bacon, with a thin rind of fat still on the meat (this MUST be Irish bacon…see below)

4 tablespoons honey

10 cloves

1 head of cabbage, outer leaves trimmed, cut into quarters

1-1/2 pounds New Potatoes, scrubbed clean

Directions

1. Cover the bacon with water.

2. Add the honey and cloves and slowly bring to the boil.

3. If the bacon is salty, a white froth will form on the water. If this happens, change the water and start again. Keep doing this until the froth no longer appears. Allow the water to come to the boil and then simmer gently for 20 minutes to the pound or 45 minutes to the kilogram.

4. About 30 minutes before the bacon is fully cooked, add the quartered cabbage and allow to cook until the cabbage is tender and the bacon is fully cooked.

5. Remove the bacon to a cutting board and cover with aluminium. Remove the cabbage to a serving dish, add a generous dollop of butter and some salt and pepper to taste, and put in a warming drawer until ready to serve. Remove the cloves from the pot.

6. Add waxy New Potatoes or small potatoes to the pot of bacon water, making sure to remove or add water such that the potatoes are nearly but not completely covered, and bring to the boil. Once the water boils, turn the heat down, cover with a lid, and simmer for 30 minutes or until the potatoes are fork-tender. Drain and season with salt, pepper and butter to taste.

7. To serve, slice the bacon and bring to the table with the cabbage and boiled potatoes.

Notes:

This recipe only works with Irish bacon…please don’t try this recipe with something that’s not been cured in Ireland. If you live outside the country, try to buy the bacon from an Irish shop in your area or buy it online from an Irish supplier. In North America, I have bought this cut of pork from a website called FoodIreland.com.

Hot on the heels of the recent blog I did about Stuff Irish People Say (to Americans) and Stuff Americans Say (to Irish people), here is a blog by Bazpierce. It’s similar in theme and pretty funny…best of all, you get to hear the Irish accent so well (even if his American accent isn’t the best).

Bazpierce, I wish I could have figured out how to contact you before posting your videoblog…so sorry, but I’m new to all this and I didn’t want to set up a YouTube account in order to reach you. Thanks for the laugh!

As for the question, “How many pudatoes do you eat in one day?”. Well, I can’t answer that exactly but I do know (thanks to the Irish Potato Marketing association and the Food and Agricultural Organization of the United Nations) that Ireland’s potato consumption per capita is 120kg. Compare that to America, where it is 63kg and Belarus where it is 172kg. Incidentally the figures for the U.K., Estonia, Rwanda, Portugal and Russia were all in line with Ireland.

As St. Patrick’s Day draws near, I’m missing the life my lovely family and I left in Ireland one-and-a-half years ago. Our home in the country is situated between the mountains and the sea. Our daily village traffic jam is only ever caused by farm animals, elegant equestrians or the 184 bus getting stuck around a tight bend. From the upstairs windows of our home we can see a row of trees on a distant hill, which remind me of Africa (imagine elephants walking tail to trunk), and a gorgeous blue line that is the Irish Sea. On occasion, a rainbow will appear in our back garden – a gift like none other.

On warm days, the laundry hangs on a rotating clothes line in the side garden and reminds me of my mother-in-law…how many clothes she must have hung on her own line over the years as she raised her twelve children. Not just for a place for drying clothes, our garden is also a sanctuary, a place where we go to get away from the hubbub of the city, and a place for raising fruits, vegetables, flowers and happy children. In this tranquil space, our girls have the freedom to run like fairies across the expansive green lawn and exhaust  themselves in childhood games of hide and seek or jump high enough on the trampoline to dream of touching the sky.

Our life in Ireland is a busy but respectable one. We don’t find ourselves running crazily from one event or task to the other. Life is just a bit slower in Ireland than America. We have time to call in (stop by) to a friend’s home for a cuppa (cup of tea and a chat) or take a stroll along the pier. I make soda bread or brown bread every week. Dinners are not a rushed stop at the Whole Foods grocery store but whole foods made at home, at my hob (stove) with the younger daughter usually by my side. For tea (dinner time) we sit around the table together and talk about school and work and we give thanks for what we share.

Wednesday nights are always very special: my husband’s extended family join us and the house grows full with granny, aunties, uncles and cousins under one roof. We call this tradition, Family Dinner Night, and it was started when our older daughter was just a baby. The dream was to have her grow up surrounded by laughter, stories and memories that belonged solely to our family. It’s amazing to have three generations sit together every week…year in…year out.

Yes, today I miss our lovely life in Ireland. As Saint Patrick’s Day gets ever more close, I am reflective and thankful for the life we have lived between the Irish Sea and the mountains. I look forward to getting back there in a few months time: to seeing family, friends, the horses, my garden and the trees on the distant hill. Thank you, Dear Readers, for letting me process my melancholy.  Now, anyone for a slice of meringue roulade and a cuppa?

Mixed Fruit Meringue Roulade

Serves 6

4 large egg whites

225g/8oz/1-1/4 cup sugar (caster)

500ml/1 pint/2 cups cream, whipped

450g/1lb mixed fruit, quartered, plus two strawberries halved (for mixed fruit I use bananas, strawberries, pineapple, apples, raspberries, blackberries, kiwi as available and in season)

Extra whipped cream for decorating

Directions

1. Position rack in center of oven and preheat to 150°C/300°F. Line a 30 x 20cm/12 x 8 inch swiss roll tin/baking sheet with parchment paper, extending a little over ends of pan.

2. Beat the egg whites and half the sugar using an electric whisk until soft peaks form. Gradually add the remaining sugar, continuing to whisk until the meringue forms stiff peaks. To test: lift the beater out of the meringue and turn upside down. If the meringue peak holds its shape you are done.

3. Spread the meringue evenly on to baking sheet/swiss roll tin and bake for one hour.

4. Remove from oven and cool to touch. Turn meringue out on to a clean tea towel. Carefully peel off the parchment paper and allow to cool fully. The meringue may be crumbly.

5. Spread an even layer of whipped cream over the meringue, leaving a 2 inch border on three sides. Sprinkle the mixed fruit over the cream.

6. Starting at one long side, gently roll up the meringue, enclosing the filling. Place roulade, seam side down on a plate or platter. Garnish with dollops of cream and a strawberry. Note: will keep in the refrigerator for 1-3 hours.

Have you seen those YouTube videos that poke fun of how people talk to each other? “S*** People Say” has become a genre unto itself on YouTube in the past year and most recently “S*** White Girls Say to Black Girls” went viral, achieving more than 5 million hits in its first week.

Franchesca Leigh Ramsey, star of the two-minute videoblog “S*** White Girls Say to Black Girls”, dons a white wig and poses as a white girl talking to her black friend.  The opening line, “Not to sound racist, but…” kicks things off in a way that has some people shocked and other people laughing. For me, “S*** White Girls Say to Black Girls” is hilarious and reminds me of “Irish-humour”. What I mean to say is that Ramsey’s spoof is the kind of humour that lets us see the good, the bad and the ugly in ourselves without feeling completely offended. Something the Irish are very good at.

For those of you who haven’t seen it yet, here it is:

Franchesca’s videoblog has not gone over well with everyone. For those easily offended, she has added this disclaimer, “Now, before you get all upset and call me a racist, This is a parody of th(e) video ‘S*** Girls Say’.”. Fair enough. Sometimes people are not good at seeing themselves as they really are – they only see themselves as how they hope they are. Myself included. I’m pretty sure I’ve said one or two things Franchesca says as the white girlfriend to my black friends (mea culpa)!

So, what does all this have to do with Irish and American people? Well, Franchesca’s blog immediately made me think of the stuff I’ve heard Irish people say about Americans and, similarly, the stuff I’ve heard Americans say about the Irish over the past twenty-one years. What follows is not for the faint of heart so if you’re easily offended…here’s my disclaimer “This is not meant to stereotype all Irish or American people. It’s about SOME Irish and SOME American people. If you’re offended, then maybe you need to think about things you’ve said.”. Enough said.

“Stuff Irish People Say”:

“You can’t be American, you’re not fat!” – The assumption is that all Americans are fat because our portion sizes are about the size of Texas (sad but true). For the record, not all Americans are fat.

“Of course you’d get married here, Americans don’t believe in marriage.” Yes, the high divorce rate makes it seem like Americans don’t believe in marriage but you can’t paint everyone in an entire country with the same brush. I didn’t get married in Ireland because Americans don’t believe in marriage. I got married in Ireland because that’s where we were living.

“We don’t have gay people in Ireland.” – Really? How about Anna Nolan, Colm O’Gorman, Sinead O’Connor (for a while, that is), Oscar Wilde, Boy George (Irish/English),and Nell McCafferty to name a famous few.

“Why would a black person want to live in Ireland? Sure, just look at the weather.” – This was a shocker of a statement and, in fairness, it came from someone I met way back in my early days of living in Dublin, when there literally were very few blacks living there. Today it’s quite the melting pot.

“Look what Americans did to the Indians (native American).” – Emmm, I believe those were Europeans coming to America who did that.

“Recession? Not us. We’ll have a soft landing.” – Ouch, that one hurts.

“How come your toilet doors don’t go all the way down to the floor?” – You know, I haven’t a clue.

“Why do you Americans always say, “have a nice day”?  – Because we mean it.

“We’re better educated than Americans are.” – Perhaps, but it doesn’t get Irish people any further in life than us less well-educated “Yanks”.

Stuff Americans Say:

“Do you have running water in your house”? – Hello!? Do I look like someone who lives in a house without running water!?

“Have you seen any leprechaun?” – Really? That’s just totally ignorant.

“I just love the I.R.A. Can you get me one of their flags?” – Right…you do know the IRA flag is the Irish tricolour!

“How long does it take you to drive to England?” – Well, I have to drive to Dun Laoghaire, put my car on the ferry, and then we sail over the Irish Sea.

“Where exactly is Ireland?” – Just west of England!!!

“Sure, I know Ireland. It’s part of the United Kingdom, right?” – Uhhh, no. Once and for all…the United Kingdom is made up of England, Scotland, and the six counties that make up Northern Ireland (shown in yellow in the photo to the right). The Republic of Ireland, also just known as Ireland, is not part of England, the United Kingdom or Great Britain (or whatever part of the U.K. you want to use).

“Do you have electricity in your house?” – Again I reply, “Do I really look like someone who’d live in a house without electricity?” See above picture for the obvious answer.

“Do you guys drink green beer?” – Yea, sure, all the time! Seriously?!

“Is there really a pipe going from the Guinness factory to all the pubs?” – It’s an urban legend.

So there you have it! Hope this made you laugh and shake your head and maybe, just maybe, it’s reminded you to think twice before you ask something that might be considered racist.

Hello Dear Friends…this blog by Andreas Moser about Feb 29th is a great read and will surely make you smile. I’m off to milk a cow or give chocolate to everyone I meet today! Slan.

Andreas Moser's avatarThe Happy Hermit

Tomorrow, you will receive a precious gift: an extra day.

Because 2012 is a leap year, you will have 24 hours more in your year. Even those of you who pretend that they don’t have enough time, have no more excuse not to do what they want to do.

Make use of this rare opportunity! Don’t go to work! (You can blame it on not knowing about this oddity or on operating on last year’s calendar.)

Instead, use this unexpected extra day to do what you have always wanted to do:

  • Learn how to dive.
  • Climb a volcano.
  • Send a letter to a relative or friend that you haven’t contacted in years.
  • Learn the cricket rules.
  • Make a barbecue.
  • Turn off your phone and read a book.
  • Milk a cow.
  • Use a bus or a train that you have never used and see where it goes. Walk back.
  • Draw…

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