Both the AJF and I were pleased to read today’s Honolulu headline:
The annual Emerald Ball, featuring Irish food and entertainment, happens March 17 at the Japanese Cultural Center.
I get my Guiness; she gets her green mochi cakes.
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Ah! Guinness! Sounds good!
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It’s the Breakfast of Champions!
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…. and Lunch …………. and Dinner! I seem to recall their early adds “Guinness is good for you!” I believe it!
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OK, you made me do it. My favorite Guinness joke:
Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
“Brenda, may I come in?” he asks. “I’ve somethin’ to tell ya”.
“Of course you can come in, you’re always welcome, Tim. But where’s my
husband?”
“That’s what I’m here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery”
“Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me.”
“I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I’m sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim. “How did it happen, Tim?”;
“It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout, and
drowned.”
“Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim, did he at least go
quickly?”
“Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee.”
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I take it mochi is not mocha.
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Pounded rice. Used for all kinds of things from dumplings to sweets.
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If that photo doesn’t put a smile on your face, I don’t know what will.
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I’m guessing that he’s been pounding the Guinness, Harp, Jamesons or Bailey’s…with a side of sake. Not that there is anything wrong with that!
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The Irish get everywhere….even dressed like that!
They’re even playing cricket! Though not dressed like that.
I remember the Guinness adverts with the toucans…’think what toucan do’….and when young was taken to see the Guinness clock made for the Festival of Britain which was a marvel of Heath Robinson engineering probably designed by someone who had been on the Guinness all night.
Guinness always seems to be best downed in a pub rather than at home…
I’ve never tried Guinness adulterated with champagne, however.
I might celebrate the great day with a mix of Dublin Dynamite, not tasted since the sixties. Half and half Jamesons and cider….though there could be some reason that I have not tasted it since the sixties probably connected with the ability to walk…
And where in the world will I find Powers Three Swallows…..?
Probably at the Japanese Cultural Centre in your neck of the woods…
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I certainly agree that Guinness tastes best in a pub. Perhaps it starts with eyeballing the bartender to ensure the proper pour. I can’t say I have tried a Dublin Dynamite although I’ve contributed mightily to their corporate earnings over the years; it’s my go-to brand. I had to Google the “three Swallows” reference. I heard of Powers as a brand but not the Three Swallows which I gather dates back to 1914. Is that term still used?
Yes, you have to love this confused and mixed up society where one of the best Irish parties in town happens at the Japanese Cultural Center.
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I haven’t seen Three Swallows for not just years but decades…but it was the best of the Irish.
The last time I went to a St, Patrick’s Day was in a salle de fetes in rural France full of men in kilts. singing Flower of Scotland…and that without the aid of Dublin Dynamite.
I have a feeling that the Japanese Cultural Centre might do a better job…
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I know you guys in Havai’i are very tolerant. I’ll give up on you should you welcome poodles.
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Uh oh…how do I break this news to you…uh…
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That is SOOOOOO Hawaii and be sure to hoist a pint for me. 🙂
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OK, just one more for Monika this time:
An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman go into a pub and each order a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down, and one lands in each of the pints.
The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another pint.
The Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs and takes a long swallow.
The Irishman reaches into the glass, pinches the fly between his fingers and shakes him while yelling, “Spit it out, ya bastard! Spit it out!”
(insert acerbic comment from Ms. Devries)
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Oh no! You stole my thunder since I had planned on sending that one out on Tuesday. For that I’ll have rate you out to Pele! 🙂 Seriously, It’s a great smile for which I thank you. Now to get my lazy butt to find something appropriately clever. Us Irish folk have to stick together.
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The Scotsman would be getting ready to repel demands for an additional fee for the added protein.
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Don’t let Geoff see that beard or he’ll want one.
The cultural melting pot is a great thing..a bit like a fondue really.
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