I don’t have a St. Patrick’s Day recipe for you. And I’m Irish. And I went to Ireland last summer. Lame! I know. I tried, though. Earlier in the week I whipped up a Carrot Coriander Soup. It seemed to be present on just about every menu last summer in Ireland and I enjoyed it more than once. I didn’t follow a recipe, and, since I had more onion than carrot, and more wine than broth, let’s just say that is was tart. It was certainly edible, but it needs work. I can’t give it to you yet. But I can give you photos of that heavenly trip with my dad.
I can also tell you that tonight I discovered Provence in Detroit at the corner of Lafayette and Trumbull. If you’re local, allez-y tout de suite! There’s nothing quite like dining in the shadow of the Detroit Post Office on a Crêpe au Chevre et Épinards and toasted pinenuts alongside an organic side salad with the best vinaigrette this side of the Atlantic-sans doute a lovely surprise. They even have a terrasse with a gurgling fountain. Très provençale.
This isn’t it. This is the Fish and Chips from the Fishy Fishy Café in Kinsale, Co. Cork. It was delicious.