a little taste of james joyce

#3 in an eclectic collection of notable noshes to whet your appetite and brighten your day.

Erasmus T/flickr

“The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.” (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man)


“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)



” . . . 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


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)!

Copyright © 2011 Jama Rattigan of jama rattigan’s alphabet soup. All rights reserved.


wherein i offer proof positive that i am indeed irish


Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!

It has come to my attention that there are some of you out there who doubt my Irishness.

Last year I offered a green alphabet, corned beef and cabbage, and St. Paddy’s Day cupcakes. My Irish eyes were smiling, and I danced a little jig. Still, that was not enough for the doubting Thomases, Erins, and O’Malleys of the world.

May I remind you I love potatoes, "Ballykissangel," and Bono? Have decorated my house entirely in shades of green, spent countless hours reading Joyce and Yeats, and remain fiercely loyal to the Holy Trinity of Clooney, Dempsey, and Depp? There is also my love for Lauren Graham and the unmistakable lilt of plucky Irish names: O’Connell, O’Donnell, O’Brien, O’Hara. O’Connor, O’Neal, O’Keefe, Rourke and Flynn. McCafferty, McConaughey, McDermott, McDonough. And Kelly and Reilly, Dillon, Farley, and Quinn.

Plus, I’m married to a leprechaun. ☺

Here’s a bit o’ the blarney:

Mick and Paddy were walking home after a night on the beer when a severed head rolled along the ground. Mick picked it up to his face and said to Paddy, "Jez. That look like Sean," to which Paddy replied, "No, Sean was taller than that."

Joey-Jim was tooling along the road one day when the local policeman, a friend of his, pulled him over. "What’s wrong, Seamus?" Joey-Jim asked. "Well, didn’t ya know, Joey-Jim, that your wife fell out of the car about five miles back?" said Seamus. "Ah, praise the Almighty!" he replied with relief. "I thought I’d gone deaf!"

Pat and Jimmy-Joe met and one said to the other, "Have ye seen Mulligan lately, Pat?" Pat said, "Well, I have and I haven’t." His friend asked, "Shure, and what d’ye mean by that?" Pat said, "It’s like this, y’see . . . I saw a chap who I thought was Mulligan, and he saw a chap that he thought was me. And when we got up to one another . . . it was neither of us."

There now. Have a green velvet cupcake:

photo by clevercupcakes.

and an Irish blessing:

Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day,
May the luck of the Irish
shine bright on your way!

from Pictures by Ann.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

Ever yours,
Jama O’Kim O’Rattigan

P.S. You believe me now, right?

Copyright © 2010 Jama Rattigan of jama rattigan’s alphabet soup. All rights reserved