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Christmas Eve Eve
Do you hear what I hear? It’s the magical sound of espresso beans whirling around machines in Dublin Starbucks as they await my arrival. And if you listen really closely, you’ll also here the cocktail shakers being chilled in preparation for my martinis at the Octagon Bar (Bonjour Bono… make ready my bar stool). Tomorrow we…
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It's A Cheese Cheese Cheese World
I’m talking about cheese again. But it’s not my fault. I live in a country with about 400 cheeses. We’re all about the cheese here. This is what happened… Friday morning we awoke to a snowy icy village. Too much snow and ice for The Husband to drive to work (the roads in and out of…
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itchy feet
“And just out of curiosity, are you Irish or American who just lived in Ireland for a while?” Good question Shorty. It’s probably confusing sometimes times with all my New York, Boston, Texas, Dublin talk. And to be honest, sometimes The Husband gets confused too and he tells people that I’m Irish and this gets on…
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Santa Baby…
Because I’ve been an awful good girl; I’d like a bathtub. If I’m going to be picky about it, I’d like a huge claw foot tub with a chandelier overhead Mariah Carey style, but I’ll take a regular old bathtub too. Just someplace where I can relax in bubbles and soak my tootsies. My stuff…
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Sunday is Cheeseday
Just as last Sunday I was stuffing myself with the wonderful gooey goodness of the Raclette, yesterday we indulged in cheese again, but this time in the form of the Fondue. Clermont was playing Leinster in Rugby. And since The Husband’s home team was playing my Dublin team we had to do something. Melting cheese…
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I'm Scared of Le Père Fouettard
In two weeks it will be Christmas. The year has flown by so quickly, I can hardly believe that soon, The Husband and I will wake up at my mother’s house on Christmas morning in Dublin, sit down to a full Irish breakfast (hint hint Mother) and then be off to celebrate the holiday with…
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wifi panic
This is the story of what happens when I wake up in the morning and discover that my Wifi is on the fritz. Upon realizing that I am cut off from the world I automatically say, “f*ck” in a breathy, exasperated whisper, while rubbing my barely awake face. I then discover that the Wifi has decided not…
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I Heart Raclette
Let me tell you about my friend Raclette. Raclette is both a cheese and a party and it’s all the rage in Switzerland, France, and probably loads of other countries too (because yeah, it’s that good). See, you take one of these grills… {buy me} And you put slices of Raclette cheese on the little…
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Princess for the Day
{ho ho ho} It started with this chocolate Santa. The Husband came home from the épicerie with it for me. So very sweet, but oh how I’d love him so much more if he was made of cheese instead (the chocolate Santa, not The Husband). And that brings up an important question; why are there no…
It's Me, Sara Louise 