Five years ago: A History of Decisions

Five years ago, I addressed the wish to myself to live abroad for a while. I knew it would be Ireland, somehow.

Landing in Ireland
Landing in Ireland © Lucie
A few days back, I was asked if Ireland was a particular choice. Yes. I am interested in its richness. The growing awareness of how food should be processed is equally important in Austria. But, I appreciate the Irish way of patience, lust of life and immorality to deal with topics like sustainability and green living.
When I listened JP McMahon, Chef, Writer, and Founder of Food On The Edge, and Dr. Máirtín Mac Con Iomaire, Chef, Lecturer and Ireland’s leading food historian, on With Relish, an Irish food podcast, I was struck; this is what I wanted to write about, this is what I wanted to dig in deep, to know more of.
Ireland 2014
How do we eat? What do we eat? And where does it come from? © Lucie

What are we coming from? What have we eaten historically? How did it shape us?

I like Máirtín’s description of the summation of food that we have eaten on this island historically until now. It is like digging deep in archaeological findings. He asks us to use our imagination and experience finding oyster shells out there at the coast. In ancient times, there was an engagement with food. With actions taken like JP’s festival Food On The Edge at least chefs and their acquaintances are drawn to a culinary focus again.

So, what will you be reading of in the next weeks and months while I am traveling

  • Traveling and eating locally
  • History of food culture
  • Producing food myself (sorry, no recipes)
  • Interviews with active people around a sustainable mind
  • Stories of traveling slowly
  • Tips to plan trips
Five years ago, I shaped a dream which I follow now. It is never too late. And there is always a dream to find yourself to wake up with. I am right in the middle. Come join me. 


This year, in 2018, Food On The Edge will take place on October 22 and 23, in Galway.


Personally, my Irish soul

My second home is and always will be Ireland. The Emerald island. Sheep. Rain, always. People, which could not be more friendly. Music, all over the place. In Ireland, I went through moments in which background music was played, for real. Like in a film. A great one. I remind you of “Once” or the Klischee tragedy “P.S. I love you”.

Home is where your heart is. Definitely, Ireland. 
Cattle. Yes, it seems there are more cows around than sheep. 
Father Ted is an institution in Ireland. I have never really understood the jokes, but I traveled to the place where it was shot. 
Mid-Western parts of Ireland around The Burren.
Green grass, small houses and water. This is Ireland. Too.
Green grass, small houses and water. This is Ireland. Too.

Van Morrison has already sung about how music is healing your soul:

When you hear the music ringin’ in your soul, and you feel in your heart, it grows and grows. It came from the backstreet Rock and Roll And the healing has begun. That’s where it come from man.

_The Healing Has Begun, Van Morrison

The Irish lifestyle accompanied me in the last ten years. I am talking about the “Take it easy” and the mostly incorrectly but comfortable time adjustments like “I’ll be back in a minute” which made me very uncomfortable in the beginning. But I opened up after a while living in Ireland and I could sit back to forget about my own discipline.

Irish music has been part of my life since then. Caladh Nua, for example, is a young Irish band I have listened to in 2014 in Krems, where I used to live. I love diversity in its playfulness and the instruments about Irish music. I am fascinated about the passion to make music. Whenever you enter a pub in Ireland there is live music, maybe a guitar player who sings about life but also appears to be a philosopher talking melancholy. Tradition and habit are consistent in Ireland to live life as it should be: cozy, friendly and usually stressless. “It’s grand” often said when the Irish are happy and well.

I am, in a way, Irish. Maybe not genetically. Maybe not due to my heritage. But by heart.

x, Lucie