Today is a bad day to be an Irishman in New Zealand. Over a hundred years trying to beat the All Blacks and still no luck.
This is added on top of the usual slaggings I get for the funny way I talk (th’s beings especially entertaining).
It seems that when you travel, you carry the can for the entire nation. Thankfully nobody has yet taken me to task on the revocation of medical cards for the over 70′s or the dropping of cervical cancer vaccinations (they probably assumed it was some sort of Irish joke).
I am off to a bbq on Wednesday and I have this brilliant plan that by taking along some uniquely Irish, fantastic dish of some sort, I can do what no Irish rugby team has done in a century of test matches, and restore some Irish pride.
The problem is, Ireland is not exactly known for it’s culinary delights. Booze rather than food is generally accepted as being our sphere of influence in the grand scheme of things, doubly so when it comes to BBQ food. I mean, did anyone in Ireland even manage to get a bbq lighted this past summer with all the rain and flooding?
My only option so far seems to a be a Guinness marinade.
It could taste awful, but then, now that I think of it, all the other guests will be Kiwis, so perhaps an awful tasting Irish dish is just what the doctor ordered. If you can’t beat em in rugby, poison them.
Revenge, as they say, is a dish best served with slightly burnt sausages in a Guinness marinade.
I tried a beer-based marinade before. I couldn’t taste it, just felt like I had wasted a beer. Maybe Guinness is different. Do you think you could just bring a big pot for stew and put that on the barbeque? Of you don’t have to do that – you could just bring a big pot for coddle instead, though maybe that’s a bit Dublin.