It was barely mid week and Grace needed to get things as much in order as possible and planned for the weekend. Her friends would not arrive until late on Friday evening, so she needed to have dinner ready for their arrival. They would be heading her way right after work from Dublin.
It was time to do some serious shopping for the weekend. Coleraine was a bigger town and Grace knew that she could find everything she needed at the Marks and Spencer store there. After deciding on which of Aine's recipes she would use, and making a list that would last the weekend and beyond, she headed off to Coleraine.
Grace was actually happy to arrive in a larger town than Swatragh for a while. She was so used to the pace in Dublin that the relaxed country pace made her feel lethargic. But she knew with all the company on the weekend, that her country pace would suddenly be full of fun and friendship. She wanted this to be a special get together for her friends. Something different than their regular Friday after work pub time.
She was thrilled to see the selection of foods available to her. She had hoped to get some fresh produce and cheese from a farmer's market, but these were held mostly on Saturday's. She did find an amazing specialty store selling local cheeses made in Fivemiletown in County Tyrone, and picked up some for appetizers. She loved the idea that these were made locally.
As Grace shopped she realized that her limited cooking in Dublin had deprived her of all the local and fresh foods that she could purchase here. Dublin did have a farmer's market, but with her small kitchen, she did very little home cooking.
Her mind wandered to the front garden that needed to be replanted and cleaned up. What if she planted some herbs and a few vegetables there. Rosemary would work well, and maybe some thyme. Those scents would be wonderful as a person walked up to the front door. Certainly that would also help potential buyers.
With the car loaded to the brim with groceries she headed back to Swatragh, listening to her favorite Celtic music while she drove. She hoped that she could do the food justice and that her friends enjoyed their time in the country. Grace made sure to pick up some Bailey's and some Bushmill's, as she felt it only appropriate since the Bushmill Distillery was so close, and a bottle of wine to serve with dinner. Since this was a weekend visit she needed to have ingredients for two dinners, and two breakfasts, along with midday snacks.
Grace was actually looking forward to doing all the cooking this weekend.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
All Roads Lead to Swatragh - Chapter 8
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Bed and Breakfast,
cooking,
Dublin,
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friends,
Ireland,
Northern Ireland,
Swatragh
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