Today is a bank holiday in Ireland, and I am back at Ballymaloe. It has the strong taste of a Sunday, and with the boozing of yesterday’s wedding, I can’t quite work out what I’ve done with the extra day. Had it not been for the wedding I most certainly would not have returned to England. I am enjoying myself far too much here and flying, even for an hour, is an inveterate ball ache. And three days of rest would have been oh so wonderful. As it is, I must surely now look how I feel: haggard.
I still managed to enjoy a great weekend, albeit sandwiched between two tedious journeys. I saw family and old friends. Naturally, everyone wanted to know what I was going to do next. I answered honestly, that I don’t know, but that food will be at the heart of it. I made a discreet resolution to be clear and committed to my cooking over the next couple of weeks and let the future reveal itself to me, rather than scratching around in the hope of disturbing it wherever it is choosing to hide.
You are welcome to join us on Waiheke Island after New Year for a week. Truly a wonderful way to test out new-found knowledge is to expose yourself to those who know you well. www.waiheke.co.nz
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