Blessings
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May
the saint protect ye-
An’
sorrow neglect ye,
An’
bad luck to the one
That
doesn't respect ye
t’
all that belong to ye,
An
long life t’ yer honor-
That's
the end of my song t’ ye! |
| Toasts |
| May
I see you gray and combing your children's hair. |
| Jokes |
Three
guys work on a construction site. They're building a sky scraper, and work
on the 25th floor. They have lunch together every day, eating their sandwiches,
looking over the city. One day, the first guy opens his lunch box and starts
swearing. "I've been married now for 20 years, and every single day, and
I've been having cheese sandwiches work at work. Look, if my wife gives
me cheese sandwiches tomorrow, I'll jump." The second guy opens his lunch
box, looks at his sandwiches, and says: "Shit, I've been married for 15
years, and I've been eating tuna sandwiches every day at work. If my wife
gives me tuna sandwiches again tomorrow, I'll join you, and jump with you."
The third guy (Paddy) opens his lunch box, and says: "For 20 years I've
been having spud sandwiches every lunch break. And I hate spud sandwiches.
If I'm having egg sandwiches again tomorrow, I'll join you guys, and jump
with ya."
The
next day, the three are having lunch again, on the 25th floor. The first
guy takes his lunch box, opens it and shouts: "Cheese!" He stands up, jumps
and drops dead, 25 floors lower. The second guy takes a look at his sandwiches,
yells: "Tuna", stands up and jumps. Dead. Paddy looks at his sandwiches,
says: "Shit, Spud." He stands up, jumps... Dead.
A
week later, at the funeral, the three widows are crying together for the
loss of their husbands. "I don't get it", says the first one. "We had a
perfect marriage, three lovely kids... For 20 years, he never complained
about the sandwiches. If he had only told me once he wanted something else...
But he never did." The second widow cries: "I don't understand it... Fifteen
years we've been married, we always talked about everything. But why did
he never tell me he hated tuna so much? I would have prepared him something
else for lunch... But he never complained..."
The
third widow cries: "Do you think I understand it? For 20 years, Paddy has
made his sandwiches for himself, every morning..."
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| Chocolate
Orange Guinness Cake |
| Ingredients
Cake
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8 ounces
butter; room temperature
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8 ounces
soft dark brown sugar
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10
ounces self rising flour
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1 teaspoon
baking powder
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1 pinch
salt
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2 tablespoons
cocoa
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grated
rind of 1 orange
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4 eggs
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1/2
cup Guinness
Icing
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4 ounces
butter
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8 ounces
confectioners' sugar
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orange
(juice ; grated rind)
Method
Preheat
oven to 375 F.
Grease
two 8 - 9 inch cake pans.
Cream
the butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
Sift
the flour, baking powder, salt and cocoa into a bowl.
Add
the orange rind to the creamed butter and beat in the eggs, one at a time,
including a spoonful of the measured flour mixture with each one, and beating
well between additions.
Gently
mix in the Guinness, a tablespoonful at a time, including another spoonful
of flour with each addition.
If
there's any flour left over, fold it in gently to mix; blend thoroughly
without over beating. Divide the mixture between the tins, smooth
down, and put the cakes into the center of the preheated oven.
Reduce
the heat to moderate (350 F) and bake for 35-40 minutes, or until the cakes
are springy to the touch and shrinking slightly in the pans.
Turn
out and cool on a wire rack.
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Meanwhile,
make the icing.
Cream
the softened butter and powdered sugar together thoroughly, then blend
in the grated orange rind and enough juice to make an icing that is soft
enough to spread.
When
the cakes are cold, use half the icing to sandwich them together, and spread
the rest on top.
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