Ate my way around Bloom this yesterday. Great fun!
Bloom is a garden festival, probably along the lines of the Chelsea Flower show, or any garden exhibition show in your area. It`s primarily about awarding competing garden designers for their magnificent showcase efforts. But`s it`s all about selling too. Everything from lawnmowers to black pudding and beyond. Not in a very pushy way though and so, you can go and have a whole heap of fun there and yet, buy nothing if you wish.
Which is more or less, what we did.
Stopped by the food pavilions first. (Ah, yes, you can see where my heart lies…) Just wanted to get there before the crowds, you understand. While my girl scoffed a crepe, I had a cappuchino. Then we headed for the artisan food marquees.
One exhibition area was devoted to Irish cheese. All we were required to do was to follow the crowd and nibble our way through award winning cheeses. Damn shame I didn`t take note of what cheeses I liked. But then, I liked most of them. I even bought a little lunch pack at the end with a variety of cheeses. Cute idea: it contained a selection of cheeses, tiny crackers and even a serrated balsa wood knife.
Really, I was amazed at the ingenuity, craftsmanship and sheer energy of the cheesemakers. Tough, tough work but they obviously are passionate about what they do. And cheese marketting is a hugely important part of that in a very tough environment.
Having been reared on Calvita processed muck, I never knew what cheese really was until I holidayed in France. Yesterday reminded me to experiment more with cheese, especially Irish ones. We`ve fantastic cheeses in this country.
We ambled along to find more fantastic stuff in other marquees. While my girl headed straight for Big Al`s very popular burger stall, I contented myself with the Ballymaloe stand. More cheese-Kilmeadan cheddar this time-and Ballymaloe`s variety of relishes. Ah, so many riches!
I sampled Rudd`s black pudding after that. Loved it. I passed on the oatmeal smoothie stand though and the herbal tea stuff. Way too healthy for me. But managed to taste Coole Swan`s liquer. Just in the interests of giving you my opinion and nothing to do with the fact that it`s alcoholic. Had to taste it twice to be sure I really liked it. I do!
Still hungry, we rolled on over to another marquee. Here we tasted Silver Hill duck and organic chicken. The chicken guy-wish I`d taken note of his name-had a terrfic line of patter.
As he fried up his chicken pieces, he explained how his chickens were only fed twice a day, in the morning and in the evening. That encouraged them to roam about the place all day and it was this exercise which gave them smaller fillets and bigger legs. Meanwhile, a big screen in the background showed his beautifully white feathered hens rambling around on his farm, while the products were beautifully packaged for sale in the fridge.
Where do these people find the time to manage their farms, attend to the business end and develop their marketing strategies? And hope it all works out too? Think I`ll stick to the day job, thank you.
It`s well worth their while attending Bloom, of course. According to the Bloom people, 80,000 people attended the five day event last year and they`re hoping 100,000 will attend this year.
Fed and watered at this stage, we rolled along to the main events-the showcase gardens.
I did manage to take a few photos here. Mainly because I wasn`t as interested in the planting as I was in the food. But interested enough to study the pics later on and see if anything was doable in my own patch of grass.
Ah yes, a little light music…
There was plenty to enjoy at Bloom for everyone. Except one screaming pesky two year old. Telling said two year old that if he doesn`t stay in his buggy he won`t get to the picnic area is pretty pointless. Little kids live in the present tense. They-especially little boy kids-do not do deferred gratification. Or picnic areas. Or being confined in a stationary stroller while Mum queues for coffee. In front of me.
I was needed my cappuchino so I couldn`t escape the silly parents and their wretched child.
Why Dad couldn`t move the stroller along while Mum stayed in the queue, I just don`t know.
Maybe they`re one of those daft couples who insist on running ten kms with string tying them together. Or worse, holding hands.
And that takes me neatly on to Juneathon and running.
No, I didn`t forget.
After rolling home and still stuffed, it was time to eat the little lunch pack I`d bought earlier. Of course.
But I did run. Had to, didn`t I? Day one and already had amassed thousands of fat globules. Sticking to my Hal Higdon half marathon plan I went for a three mile jaunt. Even added an extra half mile at the end.
Beautiful summer`s evening, with lots of little joys along the river path. And a realisation that running helps food taste better, and everything more doable, and even tantruming two year olds seem mildly tolerable.
Running helps us live better. In fact, I am sure it helps us bloom.