Blessings
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As
spring arrives, the earth turns green
Just
as the emerald isle
So
everyone, around the world,
Can
be Irish for a while. |
| Toasts |
| May
you have warm words on a cold evening a full moon on a dark night and the
road downhill all the way to your door. |
| Jokes |
Pat
and Mike were doing some street repairs in front of a known house of ill
repute in Boston. A Jewish Rabbi came walking down the street, looked
the left, looked to right, and ducked into the house.
Pat
paused a bit from swinging his pick and said "Mike...will you look at
that! A man of the cloth, and going into a place like that in broad
daylight!".
A
bit later, a Baptist minister came down the street, looked to the left,
looked to the right, and scurried into the house.
Mike
laid down his shovel, turned to Pat and said "Pat! Are you seeing
what I'm seeing? A man of the Church, and he's giving that
place his custom!" Just then, a Catholic Priest came down the street, looked
to the left, looked to the right, and slipped into the bawdy house.
Pat
and Mike straightened up, removed their hats, and Mike says "Faith, and
there must be somebody sick in there."
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| Conemarra
Tart |
Ingredients
-
1 cup
self rising flour
-
1/4
cup sugar
-
2 large
apples
-
1 egg;
beaten
-
2 ounces
butter
-
1/4
cup milk
-
pinch
of salt
-
1/2
teaspoon ground ginger
Topping
-
1/4
teaspoon cinnamon
-
1/4
teaspoon nutmeg
Method
Sift
flour, ginger, salt and sugar.
Rub
in the fat.
Add
milk and eggs to bake a soft dough.
Roll
out on a floured board.
Cover
the base of a greased pie dish with the pastry.
Grate
the apples onto the pastry.
Dot
with butter.
Sprinkle
cinnamon and nutmeg over top. Bake in a moderate oven for 1/2 hour.
Serve
hot with custard.
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