Welcome to my Food Publication…Food is an Alien Concept to me (but I do Own an Instant Pot)

By Rob Curran

Every nation and culture has its own special food flavors. The peerless juiciness of West African beef prepared in its own gravy; the endless subtleties of Asian noodle soups; the umami intrigue of native American corn soup and buffalo cuts.

Every nation has its own flavors, that is, except Ireland. Never really did the whole food thing, we Irish. The ancient Celts bequeathed their mead recipes to the globe, greatly enhancing the lives of sweet-toothed booze-snaffling hippies everywhere.  Apparently, the pelt-wearing tribal folk decided the honey-based beverage was a sufficient contribution to world cuisine, and duly returned to rape, pillage and brooch design. There’s some talk in the ancient sources of food consumption in the mead tents at Tara but, other than the nuts and berries that are still eaten during the Celtic festival of Samhain (Halloween progenitor), it’s unclear what the high kings were stuffing into their faces between honeyed tankards.