• When Scotland is playing Ireland in Dublin, you will see scores upon scores of kilts in City Centre–on men of all sizes, shapes and ages. Should have taken pictures, but that would have seemed touristy. Instead I just gawked.
  • Even though television and the cinema seem to be dominated by American fare, the bookstores maintain a strong presence of Irish writers.
  • We met a group from church for lunch yesterday at a food court in a nearby shopping center (anchored by one of the few 24-hour supermarkets). As we were walking in I said to Bill, “Couldn’t we go somewhere more Irish, like a carvery?” I was kinda kidding. “This is Irish now,” he replied.
  • The instructions on Bill’s Nivea for Men tells shavers to “take a hazelnut-sized blob of gel on your palm.” Hazelnut-sized! This unit of measurement would leave most US men blobless, I’m afraid. Although I understand folks in the Northwest are very hazelnut aware.
  • We really enjoyed having guests with some shared past and context. They were a welcome refreshment in the midst of all things new.
  • Now, the frosting: Brandy butter, a common Christmas-time shmear, is like butter cream frosting with brandy. Amazing! I would eat it on toenails.
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