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Charm City Cook: Irish Food and Drink from an Irish Lass

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My mom (um, hello…Peggy Fitzpatrick, above) is Irish. Her great-grandmother Catherine Buckley arrived in Baltimore on a ship from County Cork in 1850 at the age of 16. And…when you see my mom, you say, “Yep, she’s Irish.”

And, while my Irish mom is a big part of who I am (and my dad, too…I named my dog Henry in his honor), my love of food and cooking and feeding people seems to come from my maternal grandmother, Mary Fitzpatrick. She and my grandfather Clark lived on a working farm in Harford County and I’ve written a little about them before. They were extremely hard working people – raising lambs, pigs, chickens and steer, churning their own butter, smoking and curing meats and so much more. Mary was a fabulous cook and if you stopped by their house, you ate. Like, really, ate. One of my mom’s most vivid food memories was her mother frying chicken in bacon fat – she said the skin was perfectly crispy. I’ve gotta try that.

The “F” Word

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I’m not the biggest fan of the word foodie. Yes, I’m pretty sure I am what people would call a foodie [hellouuu, I write a food blog and keep chickens]but I really just think of …
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