Temple Bar Organic Market (2)

Raw milk Cheese!
Raw Milk Cheese!

Back in January, in the depths of winter, there was no good looking produce in the stores. Even the winter vegetables were looking a bit sickly, and I just couldn’t justify spending money on food that had been picked green, shipped to a store, ripened in route – and then wilted – and overpriced – to serve myself for dinner. When I could take it no more, I googled for and set out on foot – and found my favorite market in Temple Bar. I was so pleased with the selection that I’ve been back a few times since, just for the produce, the locally made food, and the atmosphere.

Oranges, Cranberries, limes, mangos, kiwis and lemons
Fruits Galore

It’s hard to NOT buy up everything – it’s just so beautiful. And now that the Market has moved into 3 different locations, wandering in the Temple Bar district has allowed me to learn a bit more of this ancient bit of town and get some more photographs to make my (and your) mouth water. So, to my friends in the “Siberian” weather in Berlin, and my friends in the “Snow-packed” depths that are the Midwest/Southwest of the USA, eat your heart out.

Beautiful cakes (I thought they were soap!)
Beautiful cakes – which I thought were soap at first…

My favorite booth so far is the chocolate stand. This guy is amazing – and while he’s quite expensive, the fair trade organic chocolates he make are rich, dark, and wonderful. I’ve never had their like – and a single little bon bon is enough to kill any and every chocolate craving for days. They’re exquisite.

Organic chocolate (the best I ever had)
Little bites of heaven

If you get the chance, and you’re in Dublin on a Saturday, put on your coat and come out to the Market.

Temple Bar Market on Cow's Lane
Cow’s Lane branch of the 3 parted market.

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Temple Bar Trad Fest

Back the end of January, I went up to the Market in Temple bar. As luck would have it, while searching for the new market location (the city is putting an awning over Meeting place square) I suddenly heard the wail of a dying cat very distinct instrument called a Bagpipe. Following my ears up Essex Street, I found a sign to discover that it was the weekend of the Temple Bar traditional Music Festival. Luckily the tortured goose *cough* music from the bagpipes didn’t last long – and I had my camera (with internal video camera) with me.

This means that while I couldn’t record the entire thing – I was able to record some of the variety of performances and music to share with those of you out there. One thing I will note that was consistent – Almost every performance had someone in the audience participating – clapping, dancing, foot tapping or singing along. That made the experience that is the Temple Bar Trad fest that much more enjoyable.

I do hope you enjoy the video.

P.S. No Cats or Geese were tortured in the making of this blog post…

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At the Races – take 2… This time, the Horses!

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A couple of weeks ago, for Jacqui’s birthday, I went to my first outing to the greyhound races at Harold’s Cross. I didn’t do too badly, and on Saturday, at the pub, I was telling about the event. The folks that I met up with were fairly receptive (as I told the story and crocheted on my Ambitious Project at the same time) and we had a few good laughs.

Well, I had mentioned I needed to go sort of early because I had to work on Sunday – and shortly thereafter, the place became more crowded and the bartender came round and put a flyer on the table. Little did I know, I’d popped down to the Bell on the Boys and Girls club Annual “horse race” fund raiser.

How it worked was that they had several races from a few years ago – and had edited them in such a way that they would be played on the big screen that they had set up at the back of the bell. Each horse was given a “new” name, and we would place bets on the horses according to which ones we thought would win. The pre-recorded races were run, and the local DJ announced the race over the speakers in the Bell – from beginning to end. The races didn’t take long – and the betting pool and prizes varied depending on the race chosen. There were 9 races in total, with the last race being the winners of the previous 8 races – and the grand total prize being ~300 euro.

Me personally, I only bet on the first race – horse number 3 – because I liked the randomness of its name – Sherry Baby.

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The horse started off strong – and led up until the last seconds of the race – and then lost by a nose. The folks that were at my table were rather flabbergasted that my “random funny name” picking technique really did work – and congratulated me on the fact that the horse I picked was winning for 99.9% of the race. While they thought I should bet on the next couple races, I declined – and headed home, well satisfied that despite winning no money, the Boys and Girls Club had gotten a small donation.

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