“It was the weirdest thing, Jamie - as I was part way through reading this, I started to hear it in your voice, as if you were reading out loud to me. A little spooky maybe, but then again, it is a spooky time of year :)”
“Bravo Jamie! Where people go, their food inevitably follows.
While the Irish are far more used to the role of the emigrant, the past 10 or 15 years have seen us dealing, possibly for the first time ever, with immigration on a large scale, mainly from eastern Europe and Poland in particular. Shops selling dark rye bread and a 100 different kinds of pickles started to spring up - and now you'll find an eastern European section in most local supermarkets. It's still at the stage, though, where these cater to the immigrants rather than the locals. I'll know that we have moved on a step when we start to embrace some of those foods ourselves.”
“Ah, Jamie, you make me I feel like I was there both at your childhood hamburger helper table and again at the slower-of-pace meals with your in-laws. My childhood meals were a bit of a mixture - mostly simple meals, cooked from scratch, but also a bit chaotic - there were 10 kids, which made it both noisy and difficult for everyone to be seated together!”