#tbt Dublin on a rainy weekend.
If people I know heard me say this, they’d think I was odd, but I miss the summer rainy days in Dublin. A day like today where you can manage to leave the house in short sleeves or rather take a light rain jacket over your shoulders. No matter the type of rain, Dubliners don’t give a damn about the weather, they take it like a normal day because it is a normal day there and in most of the island. You just get used to it with a pint in your hand or your hands hugging a warm cup of tea with a drop of milk and sugar.
My regular weekend day on a slight rainy day like this would be…
Getting up a hour later than on my work days, around 9:30, I would prepare my breakfast and eat while watching an episode of a series. Then I’d jump into the shower and get some nice comfy clothes out. After all, I was going to get some light groceries missing from the pantry for some nice homemade chinese food.
Gear ready, I’d head out to the streets pushing my shopping trolley (no way I was ever going to carry heavy stuff on my shoulders or back! I rather look like a Granny!). I’d usually make two grocery stops a t Tesco and Oriental Emporium. It was always a pleasure to shop at the Oriental, and I’ll let you know in a minute.
So by now I had already walked one half* of the heart of the city, taking a sneak peek at Penney’s (commonly known as Primark in all other countries, don’t know why) to check some basics for myself, or swing in to H&M for sales. I was always willing to find an excuse to drop by Holland & Barrett to check out their sales on natural supplements. Once I got this small bottle of biological olive oil with garlic infusion, the most tastiest oil you could ever use to dress a salad!
And with the Tesco groceries done, it was time to hit Kokoro, the sushi shack I liked the most.
I would pick a nice salmon bento box, some ice green tea and the miso soup. Trust me, the miso soup changes it’s “emotional“ flavor when you sip it during the cold winter. It tastes soooo much better!
With a full belly and rested feet, I go the Oriental Emporium, as I mentioned above. This place is like a time machine for me. The smells coming from the butcher, mixed with the spices and herbs from seasoning shelf, the fresh fish from the back of the shop, and the small take away on the side… this all reminded me of my childhood in Macau. The only thing missing was the cantonese accent, other than that, all the flavors were there, and this is how I began to learn how to cook cantonese style food.
I can tell you more about this in future posts if you’d like. ☺
I would get some meat, fresh and dry noodles, a couple of instant noodles for the lazy days, veggies (kai lan and bok choy), silken tofu and miso, spices. Once in a while I would adventure myself with new ingredients and asked for some tips to the chinese butcher woman, who was very kind and always added a box of eggs to my grocery bag.
After this would head home, feeling tired but accomplished. Nothing felt so satisfying as walking, just walking around the city gave a good feeling. I would walk the same streets every day, but that didn’t bother me at all, it felt good and I loved watching people passing by. Like at Kokoro sushi house, sometimes I indulged myself with a dark hot chocolate from Butlers seating on those balconies facing the street, like you’re part of the window decor, or I’d get the Mocaccino at the brand new Starbucks on Henry street, right across Boots.
It just felt good to seat inside a warm and cozy place, with sweet nice mug and watch the streets filled with life, people walking everywhere, talking with each other and enjoying the day. Even if she’s dragging four kids behind her.
Once home, I would pack all the groceries in their rightful places, put the kettle on and wash the dishes. Pour myself some warm tea and a snack, with the tv on and relaxing. It was nice to hear people passing by my window. I was by myself, but I wasn’t alone.
In these days I’d usually cook something chinese, or something in the oven and enjoyed the rest of the time with my husband.
* I’ll tell you more about the other half of the heart of Dublin in a future post.