“It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness…”  (Ulysses)


      Joyce’s sketch of Leopold Bloom (source).

“What is home without Plumtree’s Potted Meat? Incomplete. With it an abode of bliss.” (Ulysses)

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” . . . and thither come all herds and fatlings and first fruits of that land for O’Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them . . . Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulp and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.” (Ulysses)

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.” (Ulysses) 

Yum!

We’re out of mutton kidneys, so please have one of these:

Recipe for Minty Shamrock Ice Cream Sandwiches here.

 Happy St. Paddy’s Day (do a little jig in your abode of bliss)!

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