After our picnic, we drove to the Ballymaloe Cookery School where there is a cooking school, a hotel and a cafe. We just visited the shop, because I knew that’s where I was going to find my souvenir of Ireland! I hope I have the facts right, as I tell you that this school was started by a lady back in the ’80’s, which is when Slow Cooking (or natural/organic cooking) started to gain popularity in Ireland – we had Alice Waters in the ’70’s here in America, doncha know? Then she had a son who married a student who came to the school and she became quite popular, Darina Allen (I was told she was like Martha Stewart there), and then she had a son who married a student who came to the school and has become quite popular as a cook on tv. The granddaughter’s name is Rachel Allen and you can find a couple of her cookbooks on Amazon.com if you’re interested.
Place at which I bought my souvenir…er, um, three souvenir cookbooks.
We all started yelling at Steve when we saw these lambs: “Take a picture! You have to stop! Take a picture, Steve!” I don’t know why. But hey, here’s the picture.
From there, we left our friends and drove to Kinsale. Outside of Kinsale is the Old Head of Kinsale, which is actually the point off of which the Lusitania sunk. There is another little memorial to the Lusitania. You can’t go all the way to the tip of the Old Head, because there is a super fancy elite golf course there (I heard Tiger had played there.)
We then drove back into Kinsale and hunted for a restaurant and finally, nigh unto starvation, found a little cafe that was open. It was a delightful little meal and I remember it as the only meal at which the server was actually friendly. That’s because he obviously wasn’t from around there, he’d come from Spain (ooh, sensing a little hidden undercurrent of frustration here?). Here’s me and Travel Buddy – the Weary Travelers:
View of Kinsale for Sue – who has a cousin who lives there. Maybe if you look closely enough, you can see her?