The best cheese sandwich?

Weird tastebuds 😉

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“Cheese?” I asked, with knife poised. I had just cut a slab of rich fruitcake and put it on the  plate. The half-stifled “ewww…”  and the horrified expression was all the answer I needed. I sighed. People don’t know what they are missing. You simply cannot eat the dense, dark confection without cheese… or at least, not if you come from Yorkshire.

It is one of those oddities of taste that does not seem to have wandered far from its roots, though it did make it across the Pennines and into parts of Lancashire, I am told.

There is no knowing just how far back this culinary tradition goes, but it has been around at least since Victorian times when the modern Christmas Cake became part of the festive fare. It may have descended from an even earlier traditon, and certainly my great grandparents, who were born…

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Why Myth? IV… Stuart France

Not sure I approve of folk taking liberties with the classic tale…

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‘Gilgamesh is among the greatest things that can ever happen to a person.’
– Rainer Maria Rilke.

Those of you with an eagle eye will have realised that next year’s Silent Eye, Spring Workshop has a mythological theme.

It is based upon The Epic of Gilgamesh which is a story worked up into its present form over four thousand years ago.

Prior to its re-incarnation as an epic poem it existed as five independant mythological episodes, which, as we traditionally split our April Workshops into five ritual dramas tends to suit our purposes rather well.

But why do we insist on revisiting the past in this way?

It is our contention that drama as we now have it derives from sacred drama as practised in the mystery temples of old where it was used to develop the psyche of the neophyte and initiate them into the sacred and secret…

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Thursday Doors

More from Jean 😉

Jean Reinhardt

Thursday Doors this week features some of Enniskillen’s interesting business names, like the one above. Here’s another one I thought pretty clever, notice the tape measure at the foot of the building.

I wouldn’t mind having a meal at this restaurant, as long as they don’t ‘dictate’ what I should choose from the menu.

Franco’s rear is worth showing, too, with its interesting wheel pump. At least, that’s what I think it is.

My last and favourite door in this batch is Granny Annies. I’m definitely sampling their food next trip, maybe their liquid refreshments, too.

Thank you for joining me on my trip to Enniskillen this week. For a great selection of Thursday Doors, check out the blue link at the bottom ofNorm’spost.

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More from Laleh…

A Voice from Iran

23 years ago, my husband, our 6-year-old son and I flew to Turkey to pay a visit.


We toured beautiful Istanbul and Ankara for around ten days. To return to Iran, we decided to go by bus so we could see many parts of Turkey and Iran on the way.


The boarder was like an airport and there were more than 10 buses and many cars waiting in line to be checked. All the passengers were supposed to stay in the terminal.


People had their luggage in line and sat on benches, chairs and some on the floor waiting for their bus to come out of customs.

90 percent of the terminal was fill with Iranian people. A couple approached us and started a conversation: “Hi, how are you? What brought you to Turkey?”


They complimented each one of us and tried to get friendly. They seemed like a nice…

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Notes from a small dog: IndieAni and the Whiteleaf Cross

More about what Ani has to put up with from her two-legs’s….

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I woke up to rain and grey clouds. My suggestion that I take the ball-guy for a nice walk while she went to work on Sunday was vetoed but by the time she came back, so had summer. The sun was shining, the day was getting hotter, even if it was blowing a gale… so when we had eaten their lunch and she asked if I was ready to go on another adventure, I jumped at the chance!

We didn’t have all that far to drive this time, ’cause they were taking me somewhere they had been before… Whiteleaf Cross, up on the Ridgeway. It wasn’t long before we were parked and heading into the woods.

I like woods…there are lots of new smells to ‘vestigate, and with it being October loads of crispy leaves on the ground to run through and crunch. There were lots of other dogs too…

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