firstly the usual apologies about my absence from this blog. usual excuses apply. I simply cannot listen to the radio these days as we endlessly discuss the mess we are in and how long it will take to extricate ourselves.
I passed the Gasometer hotel/apartment block yesterday in Ringsend and it still looks great but as it remains empty and will probably be empty for the next 20 years or so, it is hard not to see it as a folly - a beautiful but useless monument to our over-reaching ambition.
a few years ago in 2007 Ireland was the richest country in the world according to one of the standard measures. Someone in Paris heard this and decided that Dublin deserved a Ladurée shop of its very own along with Tokyo, London and Paris. They would never have been crazy enough to open the shop could they have seen into the future, so this is the one thing the boom did for us - it brought us macaroons.
This may seem trivial but only to those that have not placed a whole rose petal macaroon in their mouth, closed their eyes and let it melt gently down their throat. The Mimosa one can taste of pure energy - champagne bubbles mixed with orange tangy deliciousness and an overall warm feeling moves gently through your bones. i could go on about the deep hued and fragrant violet and blackcurrant or the pure distilled essence of pistaccio (also pictured above) but you get the idea.
They cost just €1.60 each - about all we will have left out of our pay packets after the budget but I can think of no more pleasurable way to spend your money. Buy them regularly for your own pleasure and so they stay in this fair town for a while at least...
so fuck the bankers but give a silent prayer for the gift of Ladurée.
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