Irish breakfast

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Janet W, from Dublin Ireland, sends us this picture.  She says it’s not a real Irish breakfast.  But this is.  And, “You haven’t lived until you have tried one especially after a night out!”   I have the feeling she’s speaking from experience.

Thanks Janet

26 thoughts on “Irish breakfast”

  1. The meal discussed in the link sounds good, but what goes into the making of black pudding and white pudding? I am thinking that it is unusual bits and pieces…

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  2. Richard to answer your question,, the main ingredients are blood, suet and oatmeal for the black pudding (I think it’s called “blood sausage” over in the US) and pork fat, suet and oatmeal for the white.
    I know, disgusting. I don’t usually eat it, but it does actually taste alright.

    Isiah, an ‘ulster fry’, full english, or fry-up is one of the surest hangover cures I know of. I won’t go into details but it has to do getting lost goodness back into your body while binding all the badness into an easily deposited… package :0)

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  3. Maffu, where have you been? I don’t know if you saw my last message, and I have no idea where I posted it. But could you send me that link of you again?

    On an unrelated note, the first time I ever got completely trashed, I was 16, in this fancy little pretend Irish pub. After more pints of Guinness than I care to count, I found myself on a table screaming, “FUCK THE FRENCH!” I also found myself in some guys lap after I tried to get my phone away from my boss’ husband because he was searching it for “other pictures of my anatomy”.

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  4. Kate you sound like alot of fun, and I have a similar story as to why I am not allowed to drink Crown Royal any longer.

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  5. Maffu – Thanks for the info. It was what I thought. I think that the white sausage is the same thing in Bavaria where it is called Weisse Wurst. I’ve tried it but was not too keen on it, even with a liter of beer to wash it down.

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  6. something about strip darts, and I did wind up in a strange mans lap. I don’t recall yelling anything derogatory towards any one group of people, knowing me it was probably all people. It was the sitting in the mans lap part that struck a familiar chord. Thankfully he was a friend of a friend. I do turn into Turboslut when I drink Crown so my true friends tend to try to keep me and it on separate planes of existance.

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  7. Aaaahahaha! It started as a toast to the Irish, since his mom’s from Ireland and she declared me Miss Ireland (also the Guinness fairy). Then things got out of hand. I went home with him and my boss, and still have no idea how I wound up in HER pj’s, but the next morning…there they were.

    I’ve never played strip darts, but with alcohol, it seems kind of…ill-advised…

    DJ, I don’t drink Guinness anymore. You can only drink it until you puke so many times before it just…leaves a bad taste in your mouth. And I know a thing or two about bad tastes in my mouth…

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  8. the plastic tipdarts aren’t bad it’s the steel tip ones….. of course those are the best. and one of my friends is blind. I sh!t you not, if we just point her at the board she does pretty well. Of course then she wants to drive- we have to draw the line somewhere

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  9. I agree about the only puking so much part too, it just gets too hard to handle after a while. Just pray for death. I know I’ve been there.

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  10. I try really hard not to show my Turboslut side anymore guys. St. Louis does sound like a whole bunch of fun. I haven’t been to the midwest since I was a kid.

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