independent.ie– Perhaps it was because my mother was raised as a farmer’s daughter on the lush green lands of Co Kilkenny that her ethos regarding food was very high. Lamb, beef and poultry were raised on the farm, apples came from their orchard, vegetables were grown in the kitchen garden, geese were raised for Christmas, and so the annual cycle went on.
When she moved to Dublin and married, she was a discerning shopper. I particularly remember her being ultra finicky about where she purchased her meat. She would watch the butcher like a hawk to make sure that it was her piece of chosen beef that went through a mincer or that the sirloin roast had a good piece of fillet attached.
One of her favourite butchers was FX Buckley, then on Chatham Street, combined with a visit to Sawers, the fishmongers just beside it, and then up to the legendary upmarket food store Smyths of the Green, which had a uniformed doorman, and offered exotic things like candied sweet potatoes in tins.