Cooking a Traditional old Irish meal

Pushed for time, pushed for time. I suppose there is something about being a parent especially if one has young children which puts an enormous strain on one's time. Thankfully that has now largely passed me by as my children are grown up and only have one left at home. As it turns out that is not quite true as my son has just finished writing his final year at University. So he is here at the moment anxiously awaiting his results and in the meantime working in a restaurant come pub. Consequently, because the hours are random and my daughter is studying for her final school exams there is a constant flow in and out of the house.

My wife nurses in a hospital and mainly does nights and I am one of the toiling, striving masses who are unemployed in these perilous times and it doesn't make for easy living. Specifically as prior to us moving to a new country I was always blessed with having servants. In the interim I now have become a housewife in men's clothing with next to no experience of washing and ironing and cooking and all the other endless chores. All I can say is if I could let this cup pass from me I would and with everlasting pleasure. It is a confounded nuisance. Now where was I.

Ah yes. Also I have been writing short articles on Squidoo and have to admit that is great fun. The problem is, when does one do what needs to be done? So here is a great and easy way to make a meal chop chop and carry on writing Squidoo lenses at the same time. It's virtually impossible to get wrong, I mean even I can do it.

More importantly if anyone is going for or trying to be a Giant. Here is a simple nourishing meal. It can't be beat.