Irish Cuisine 101


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hahagrannyMy grandmother’s idea of comfort food was a pot of beans (red or pinto) with some kind of smoked pork and diced potato over white rice. Seriously delicious! I remember asking her if it was an Irish dish and that two foot nothing woman looked me dead in the eye and said,”Yes, it is sweetie.”

If you have any Irish blood in you, you know my grandmother was lying through her dentures. I found out after I was an adult that she got the recipe from her Hispanic neighbor. I think Senora (that’s what we kids called her) was Peruvian.

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Morning Femmetation: Kissing Girls And Liking It


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I met Carol Kane yesterday. She was the most down to earth person, not ostentatious at all. Imagine that!

Actually, it was her doppelgänger. This petite lady looked just like her, flyaway hair and all. giphyMet her in the parking lot as she was leaving the store that I was entering. I waited for her beautiful smiling self to exit and our convo went like this:

Moi: “Good afternoon, sweetheart.”

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Morning Femmetation: 9 Times Out Of 10


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Today is as bleak as an empty cup of coffee. They tell me that the numbers don’t lie. They say that to appease the stunned silent…and yes, I know what I did there. Not today grammarians. Not today.

emptycupThe optimist in me left somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, right around the time the electoral college shat red numbers all over common sense, hope, sanity and balance.

There is no solace in knowing that the very same who voted for Donald Trump will find out soon enough that they are not the right kind of American.

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