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Welcome to A Taste of Ireland! In this blog post you will find recipes, funny sayings, songs, limericks and yes, stories! We invite you to share in a little holiday fun by adding on some of your favorite St. Patrick’s Day traditions and Recipes. Why not try your hand at a limerick or two. Don’t be shy! The more the merrier! ~ Carmalee, Little Nell, Gabbycat, Mgtiffy, and Jen Red
Irish Proverb: All living things must be fed.
Irish Soda Bread ~ From Eleanor Clancy
170g/6oz self-raising wholemeal flour
170g/6oz plain flour
½ tsp salt
½ tsp bicarbonate of soda
290ml/½ pint buttermilk (I use low fat milk and cream of Tartar and it tastes fine)
Preheat the oven to 400F/200C/Gas 6.
Tip the flours, salt and bicarbonate of soda into a large mixing bowl and stir.
Make a well in the centre and pour in the buttermilk, mixing quickly with a large fork to form a soft dough. (Depending upon the absorbency of the flour, you may need to add a little milk if the dough seems too stiff but it should not be too wet or sticky.)
Turn onto a lightly floured surface and knead briefly.
Form into a round and flatten the dough slightly before placing on a lightly floured baking sheet.
Cut a cross on the top and bake for about 30 minutes or until the loaf sounds hollow when tapped. Cool on a wire rack.
Colcannon ~ From Carmalee Mitchell
A very dear friend and neighbor of ours spent some years in Ireland and he serves this dish he had there. I love it and it is now on the menu for our St Patrick’s day meal.. it is probably the only remotely Irish food on the menu LOL. ~ Carma
2 1/2 pounds potatoes peeled and cubed
4 slices bacon
1/2 head small head of cabbage chopped (I just use the bagged coleslaw cabbage with out the dressing)
1 large onion chopped
1/2 cup milk
salt and pepper to taste
1/4 cup butter melted
Place potatoes in a sauce pan with enough water to cover. (I add a teaspoon of salt) bring to a boil and cook for 15 to 20 minutes or until the potatoes are tender. ( stir often to keep them from sticking to the bottom and burning)
Place the bacon in a large deep skillet, this is important. Cook over medium high heat until evenly browned, drain, reserve the bacon grease. Reduce heat to medium, crumble and set the bacon aside. In the reserved grease sauté the onions and cabbage until soft and translucent. ( a lid helps the veggies cook faster, stir often)
Drain the cooked potatoes and mash with the milk and add salt and pepper if needed and desired. ( I also add in melted butter and sour cream, to taste, just because I like my mashed potatoes with it but that’s just me) fold in the cooked bacon, onions and cabbage and put into a large mixing bowl. make a deep hole in the center and fill the hole with the 1/4 cup melted butter. Serve immediately.
Colcannon is a traditional Irish dish mainly consisting of mashed potatoes with kale or cabbage. The song “Colcannon,” also called “The Skillet Pot,” is a traditional Irish song that has been recorded by many folk artists. Here are a couple of verses from the song. ~ Jen Red
With the greens and scallions mingled like a picture in a dream.
Did you ever make a hole on top to hold the melting flake
Of the creamy, flavoured butter that your mother used to make?”
“Yes you did, so you did, so did he and so did I.
And the more I think about it sure the nearer I’m to cry.
Oh, wasn’t it the happy days when troubles we had not,
And our mothers made Colcannon in the little skillet pot.”
An Irish Favorite ~ From Eleanor Clancy
Good for a Laugh? ~ Little Nell
St. Paddy’s Irish Beef Dinner Recipe ~ From Jennifer Redlarczyk Taste of Home
An American variation on Shepherd’s Pie, this hearty dish brings together saucy beef and mashed potatoes, parsnips and other vegetables.
TOTAL TIME: Prep: 25 min. Cook: 35 min.YIELD:4 servings
2 medium Yukon Gold potatoes
2 small parsnips
3/4 pound lean ground beef (90% lean)
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cups finely shredded cabbage
2 medium carrots, halved and sliced
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/4 cup tomato paste
1 can (14-1/2 ounces) reduced-sodium chicken or beef broth
1/2 cup frozen peas
3/4 teaspoon salt, divided
1/2 teaspoon pepper, divided
1/4 cup 2% milk
1 tablespoon butter
1. Peel potatoes and parsnips and cut into large pieces; place in a large saucepan and cover with water. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and cook for 10-15 minutes or until tender. Drain.
2. Meanwhile, in a large skillet, cook beef and onion over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the cabbage, carrots, thyme and Worcestershire sauce.
3. In a small bowl, combine the flour, tomato paste and broth until smooth. Gradually stir into meat mixture. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 15-20 minutes or until vegetables are tender. Stir in the peas, 1/4 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper.
4. Drain potatoes and parsnips; mash with milk, butter and the remaining salt and pepper. Serve with meat mixture. Yield: 4 servings.
1 cup meat mixture with 3/4 cup potato mixture equals 369 calories, 11 g fat (5 g saturated fat), 62 mg cholesterol, 849 mg sodium, 46 g carbohydrate, 8 g fiber, 24 g protein. Diabetic Exchanges: 3 lean meat, 2 starch, 2 vegetable.
Traditionally, Shepherd’s Pie or Cottage pie is a meat pie with a crust of mashed potato. In early cookery books, the dish was a means of using leftover roasted meat of any kind, and the pie dish was lined with mashed potato as well as having a mashed potato crust on top. The term “shepherd’s pie” did not appear until 1877 and is synonymous with “cottage pie”, regardless of whether the principal ingredient was beef or mutton.
Granny’s old-fashioned steamed puddings
Apple Dumpling aka Apple Hat ~ From Eleanor Clancy
Here’s a new twist for one of granny’s old-fashioned pudding recipes. This is a delicious steamed pudding with syrupy apples toppling out of sweet dough. It makes a delicious dessert that will be popular with everyone and is not quite as unhealthy as you might imagine. It could even maybe help get children to eat some fruit. Preparation in Granny’s day required a pudding bowl, muslin cloth, and two and a half hours of steaming time but the recipe adapts nicely for the microwave making it easy to recreate in minutes today. You can ad lib if you wish by adding raisins or blackberries to the apples and maybe adding some cinnamon or cloves, or perhaps a bit of lemon juice or orange juice to the apples. I like the pudding best when simply prepared with nothing more than the apples and some brown sugar. Cooking time will depend on your microwave so the timings below are just an indication. You’ll need to experiment to find what works best in your microwave. ~ Little Nell
Cooking apples in a traditional pudding bowl – Serves 4
Ingredients for Apple Dumpling
4 cooking apples
4 oz suet or lard
8 oz self raising flour
2/3 tablespoons of cold water
2 oz brown sugar (or more depending on your taste)
You also need a pudding bowl (a deep bowl works best), some cling film and the microwave.
Lightly grease your pudding bowl to avoid sticking.
Cube the lard/suet to make it easier to work into the flour. Sieve the flour into a mixing bowl. Rub in the lard to make a dough adding a little cold water if required to soften the dough. The dough should be soft but not wet. Gather the dough into a ball and prepare for rolling by placing a sheet of cling film on your bread board. Put the dough ball on the sheet of cling film then put another sheet of cling film on top. This will let you roll out the dough without requiring additional flour and without getting your rolling pin dirty! Roll the dough out to a thickness of about 1 centimeter.
Line your pudding bowl with the dough keeping back enough to make a lid for your pudding. Peel and slice the apples. Fill the bowl about half way with apples then add about half the brown sugar. Put the remaining sliced apples in the bowl and add the rest of the sugar.
Cover with the remaining dough making sure that the sides are well sealed.
Cover loosely with cling film pierced a couple of times. Pop in the microwave. Cooking time will vary depending on the power of your microwave but cook on high for 6-8 minutes. Check that the dough is cooked through before serving.
Turn the pudding out carefully on to a serving plate – this will allow excess syrup to run to the base of the pudding.
Serve with custard, ice cream, or natural greek yoghurt.
When we came home after mass and the parade, weak with the hunger the smell in the house from the pudding steaming for hours and the bacon and cabbage would make your mouth water. We could hardly wait for it to be served. Enjoy! ~ Little Nell
The Poet’s Corner
From the pen of Gabbycat ~ Peggy Kathleen
There once was a family from Meryton.
Five daughters had they, but no sons.
Two were real ladies,
Two were spoiled babies,
And the fifth one was fond of her sermon
Are you ready for another? ~ Peggy Kathleen
There once was a man they called Darce
Who behaved quite like an arse.
He proposed to Miss Lizzy,
She replied, in a tizzy,
Marry you? I’d much rather barf!
I’ll try one more. ~ Peggy Kathleen
There was a writer named Brenda
Whose website was on her agenda,
With stories galore
And books in a store,
It’s almost too much to remember!
For better or worse, the muse has not left. Quality is not guaranteed! ~ Peggy Kathleen 1*141
Sir William L. hosted a ball
At the Meryton Assembly Hall.
They danced the cotillion,
After the quadrille, then
Joined in the waltz, one and all
From the Pen of Mgtiffy ~ Maureen Grinter
Lizzy O’Bennet from Belfast
Had the ability to run very fast
She would lift up her skirt
To keep it from the dirt
With the wind in her hair
She was as fast as a hare.
She ran like the wind
While Mrs O’Bennet tried to hind
But her poor Mamma
With nerves all a flutter
Could only look on as she began to stutter
But one day a man called Darcy
Whom everyone thought very classy
From the corner of his eye
Did dear Lizzy he spy
With Long legs that made him faster
Lizzy soon knew who was Master
Who Threw The Overhalls in Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder?
This humorous song was originally published in 1898 and was popularized by Edward M. Favor’s original 1901 recording.
Oh the Murphy’s gave a party just about a week ago
Everything was plentiful, the Murphy’s they’re not slow
They treated us like gentlemen, we tried to act the same
But only for what happened, well it was an awful shame
When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out
She fainted on the spot
She found a pair of overalls
In the bottom of the pot
Tim Nolan he got rippin’ mad
His eyes were bulgin’ out
He jumped up on the pi-A-No
And loudly he did shout
Oh, who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy’s chowder
Nobody spoke, so he shouted all the louder
It’s an Irish trick that’s true
I can lick the mick that threw
The overalls in Mrs Murphy’s chowder
So we dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor
Each man swore upon his breast he’d ne’er seen them before
They were plastered up with mortar and were worn out at the knee
They’d had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see
When Mrs Murphy she came to she began to cry and pout
She’d had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out
Tim Nolan he excused himself for what he’d said that night
So we put music to the words and sang with all our might
Oh, who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy’s chowder
Nobody spoke so we shouted all the louder
It’s an Irish trick that’s true
I can lick the mick that threw
The overalls in Mrs Murphy’s chowder
Flashes of Inspiration!
Charlie McBingley and the Dancing Shoes
by Jennifer Redlarczyk
“Charlie McBingley,” touted William, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed. “Jus what kind of blarney are you givin’ me this afternoon? We are in the middle of a barren field an I dare say there is no sight of yer famous little cobbler, King O’Brian.”
“Shh… Charlie whispered. “Ken ye not hear it?”
“Why, the tappin’ of his little hammer as he makes his shoes. Come on this way an bring the flask.”
William grabbed the flask of his father’s best Irish whiskey from the saddle of his horse. It was the last of an old brew that he and his father made long before their troubles had begun.
“I canno’ believe ye talked me into followin’ ye here jus for an old pair of shoes,” he grumbled.
“They are not jus old pair of shoes, me friend. They are magical! With those shoes, I intend to win the Irish Jig tonight an with it the hand of me darlin’, sweet Janie O’Bennet.”
Shaking his head, William said, “Ye know, Charlie, magic from the little people is nothing but a curse. Jus look at what it did to me father. Until two years ago, he was happy. We were happy. Ever since he found that Pot ‘o Gold at the end of the rainbow, it’s brought nothin’ but trouble fer us.
“Sure we live in a fine manor house with great lands an all. But nobody comes to call unless they want somethin’. Me mother cries day and night from the loneliness, an me father hardly ever leaves his treasure room for fear he’ll be robbed. Now what kind of life is that? The gold is a curse, I tell ye.
“If it were me, I would give it back to the wee folk and regret nothing. An if the sister of yer sweet Janie, the lovely Lizzy Margaret, would but give me the time o’ day, I would be askin’ her fer a courtship with the promise of marriage. Ah, it would pleasure to be done with those silly girls who are always fawnin’ over me with the hope of gainin’ me family’s fortune. I tell ye, I canno hardly be meself anymore. Why, even Lizzy Margaret says that all I do is frown and was wonderin’ if I even remembered how to smile. I tell ye, Charlie, it is a weary life, an I advise ye to tread lightly with his Lordship.”
William continued to follow his friend who paid little heed to his words of caution. Crossing the field and continuing on into a green meadow, the two young men came upon a shady grove of trees by the water’s edge. Sure enough, there under the great willow tree sat King O’Brian, dressed in emerald green from head to toe, smoking his cob pipe and singing to the top of his lungs as he worked away on a pair of shoes.
Spying the young men, the little fellow stopped his work and waved. “Charlie, me boy, come closer an introduce me to the friend ye spoke so highly of.”
“Yes, yer Lordship. King O’Brian, sir, this here is William O’Darcy. As I told ye, it is he who is in possession of the finest whiskey in all of Meryton!” William made a curt bow to the little man who greedily eyed the flask in his hand.
“O’Darcy ye say?” His Lordship puckered his face, squinting at William with hatred in his eyes. “I knew ye looked familiar. It was yer father who tricked me out of one of me pots ‘o gold an I have never forgot it.”
William scowled in return, making no answer. He passed the flask off to Charlie who then loosened the cork, tempting his Lordship with a whiff of the fine spirits. Though still irritated by William’s presence, King O’Brian could not help but rub his hands together with glee when he smelled the delicious aroma.
“Let us get on with it then. I haven’t got all day! There, in the hollow of the tree, are the shoes. Now give me the flask!”
“Yes, yer Lordship” Charlie started to hold out his hand but quickly pulled it back. “Um… Would ye care if I tried out the shoes first to make sure they work proper?”
Taking offense, King O’Brian jumped off of his little work stool, stomped his foot on the ground, and began swearing in Gaelic. “I will have ye know, young man, that I will not be trifled with. The magic in those shoes is powerful but will only last for three hours once ye put them on. Do we have a trade or do we not?” He spat.
Charlie was stunned by the King’s anger and stammered, “Y… yes yer Lordship. We do.” He quickly handed over the flask and watched as King O’Brian took a generous swig.
With a wry smile he said, “It ‘ill do. Now if ye don’t mind, I find that I am tired of yer lot. The two of ye, be gone from this place an never come back!” With that, the little man snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Picking up the shoes, Charlie scratched his head and looked sheepishly at his friend who had not changed his expression.
“Charlie McBingley, why do I get the feelin’ that these shoes are gonna bring ye nothin’ but trouble?”
“William… ye are too… well… ye jus are, that’s all. Ye wait an see. With these shoes, I’m gonna sweep sweet Janie off of her feet, and you’ll be wishin’ that ye had used them fer yerself to win the hand of Lizzy Margaret. Every year that rascal Georgie Wicklow has won the jig contest, but this year it ‘ill be me!” He boasted.
“We shall see.”
In the early evening, both William and Charlie confidently entered the pub where the dance was to be held. Having practiced his smile in front of the glass upon returning home, William was hopeful that Lizzy Margaret would notice his improved look and be charmed enough to dance the opening reel with him.
Charlie, on the other hand, walked about with an unusual spring in his step and could not help but leap into midair every now and then, clicking his heels together. Drawing attention to his newly acquired abilities, he found himself surrounded by several young girls who were eager to dance. Though he dearly loved his sweet Janie O’Bennet, with so many pretty faces before him, he could hardly refuse their attention. Once the music started playing, Charlie’s feet began taking on dance steps and would not stop, not even to rest in-between sets.
With all of the girls clamouring for his attention, poor sweet Janie O’Bennet had found herself unable to dance a single dance with her dear Charlie. Finding Lizzy Margaret and William who were engaged in a lively conversation, she desperately interrupted, “Excuse me, do either of ye know what has got into Charlie? I have never seen him behave so oddly nor dance so well.”
William cleared his throat and quietly offered, “He went to see King O’Brian today an bartered fer some magic dancin’ shoes, as he was hopin’ to win yer favour, Miss Janie.”
“Oh no, what has the dear man gone and done? With all the jumpin’ and twirlin’ he’s been doin’, I fear fer his life. Ken you not see that his face is nearly red as the hair on his head? Is there nothin’ we can do to stop him?” Sweet Janie was in tears.
Lizzy Margaret embraced her sister while giving William a sour look. “Mr. O’Darcy,” she chided. “Why do I get the feelin’ that ye have had some part in this folly?”
William could not deny it, as he had given Charlie the flask. “It is true, Lizzy Margaret, I was there, but he would not heed what I had to say. Charlie is keen on winnin’ the Irish Jig over Georgie Wicklow tonight. I see the contest is about to begin, but accordin’ to me timepiece, those shoes have more than an hour of dancin’ left in them. I’ll try to think of somethin’.” He forced a crooked smile, seeking her approval.
“See that ye do, William.” She smiled back with encouragement, not able to resist that little smile. “Charlie needs yer help, and we are both countin’ on ye.”
Five young men had lined up for the dancing contest. It did not take long for the first three to be eliminated with Wicklow and Charlie out-dancing them all. As the music increased in speed, so did the feet of the two men. Before long, William could hardly tell who was who while they continued to jump and twirl.
Could it be that Wicklow had also visited King O’Brian? He wondered. With the men beginning to turn a pale shade of green and their eyes glazing over as if in a trance, William knew that he needed to think of something fast. Neither man seemed to be aware of what was happening. It was if they had both been taken over by the magic — or rather the curse — of the dancing shoes.
William quietly left the girls and hurried behind the bar and into the kitchen. The first thing he spied was a bucket of water sitting off to the side. If the floor was slippery, the men might lose their footing long enough for him to remove their shoes.
“No, a little water will not stop those shoes,” he determined aloud. “I need somethin’ that will make the floor sticky.” There, sitting on the sideboard was large pot of Mrs. McReynold’s famous chowder. “Yes, that will have to do.”
A minute later, the deed was done. With the chowder splashing all over the floor, the young girls screamed and the crowd stepped back. While the music had stopped, Charlie and Wicklow’s feet had not. Nearly losing their balance with every step, the men finally collided, passing out as they fell to the floor. William first rushed to Charlie, pulling the shoes from his twitching feet. Then he then did the same for Wicklow. The two men were carried outside for some fresh air where they were each revived with a splash of cold water.
“What happened?” Charlie and Wicklow both asked in unison. William held up the two pairs of shoes causing the men to cringe, realizing that they had been found out by all.
With the knowledge of the magic shoes, the contest had been declared a fraud and the town’s folk who first laughed at the mishap, now jeered in disgust. Not wanting to face any more trouble for the evening, Georgie Wicklow managed to sneak off, leaving Charlie McBingley to the scowls of his three friends while the rest of the crowd returned inside. In Charlie’s favor, his friends were more concerned about his wellbeing, if anything. He was relieved when Jannie and Lizzy Margaret were overcome with giggles, followed by a hearty laugh from William.
“Well, Charlie, have ye anythin’ to say fer yerself?” William finally asked in earnest.
“Me friend, I know I should have listened. I’ve been a very foolish man. Truly, I should not have been lookin’ fer the pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow or in this case, the dancin’ shoes.” He chuckled. “Janie, darlin’, I’m sorry and beg yer forgiveness. All I ever wanted was fer ye to be me girl, an’ nothin’ more.”
“Aww, Charlie,” said Janie before she grabbed his hands and kissed him on the cheek. “Ye never had to impress me. I was always yers to begin with.”
With that the four friends, two couples arm in arm, slowly walked away from the pub, strolling down the lane and into the moonlight. What had ended in an evening of mishap and embarrassment had now turned into a night of happiness, love, and hope for the future.
Oh Deary, O’Darcy
by Maureen Grinter
As St Patrick’s Day drew close Fitzwilliam O’Darcy convinced his friend Bingley Fitzcharles to flee Hertfordshire and the bewitching O’Bennet sisters, as he couldn’t trust himself not to drop to his knees and beg the impertinent Miss Elizabeth O’Bennet to marry him.
Unbeknown to the haughty Mr O’Darcy who the day after returning to London had immediately left for Pemberley, his friend Fitzcharles returned to Hertfordshire. Within days of his return Fitzcharles had beseeched the beautiful Jane O’Bennet to become his wife, causing much joy in the O’Bennet household.
Bingley Fitzcharles knew he could not hide his engagement from his friend and hesitantly and very carefully wrote him a short note advising of his engagement.
It can only be imagined what O’Darcys’ reaction was on receiving his friends’ news. After all his scheming and planning to remove himself from Elizabeth O’Bennet’s bewitching eyes he would now be thrown into her company anyway. Ever thankful he had insisted to his cousin the Colonel that his young sister Annageorgie should stay at the Colonels parents’ estate, O’Darcy grabbed a bottle of Brandy and retiring to his bedchamber drowned his sorrows.
Waking to a terrible pounding in his head O’Darcy groaned and pulled the blankets over his eyes to block out the blazing light. Letting out another groan he yelled at his valet, “McDuff close those damned curtains and go away.” With no reply forthcoming O’Darcy slowly lowered the blankets and on opening one eye was completely taken back on seeing a wizened little old man kneeling near his head shining a lantern into his eyes. Quickly closing his eye, he slowly opened it again, and on seeing the strange little fellow still there said. “You are not McDuff.”
In a strange and low voice, but clearly an Irish accent the odd little fellow replied. “For sure…my boy… I certainly am not McDuff. The names…O’Deary.” Rising from his knees and looking O’Darcy in the eye, he bowed and continued. “Shamus O’Deary at yer service.”
Closing his eye once more O’Darcy blinked a few times then opening both eyes groaned out. “I see you are still here. I must be having a nightmare.”
“I can assure yer me young laddie, I’m most definitely not a nightmare. But I could have some fun with yer if I was.”
“If I am not having a nightmare who and what are you?”
“Like I said, me name is Shamus O’Deary and what I am is the King of the Leprechauns.”
O’Darcy shook his head but quickly stopped when the hammers started pounding again, and replied. “Do not take me for a fool, there are no such things as Leprechauns. I drank too much and am having a nightmare; you are not really here. If I ignore you, when I wake up you will be gone.” With that O’Darcy closed his eyes once again and willed his nightmare to end.
O’Deary laughed as he tapped on O’Darcy’s forehead singing. “Wake up me laddie, Wake up me laddie, tis no dream you be havin. Wake up me laddie…”
After five minutes of this continual tapping of his head O’Darcy opened his eyes and once again seeing the odd little man was still there, said. “Leave me alone, can you not see I am suffering.”
“Me laddie, you be suffering from your own hand. You were the one who got yerself completely Bolloxed.”
Rubbing his thumping head, then running a hand through his already messed up curly hair whispered. “I tried to forget her.”
“Ah ha, a woman, I shouldna be surprised. Lasses can send a man to drink. How about ya tell me yer troubles?”
For what seemed like an hour O’Darcy opened his heart up to the odd little fellow called O’Deary from his nightmare, although he still believed he was dreaming.
Sometime later O’Deary who was now sitting on the pillow beside O’Darcy looked at this forlorn and lonely man and said. “Me laddie ya know what you should be doing, life is too short to anyone or anything but what is in yer own heart. How many of those supposedly first circle people are truly happy, I can tell ya very few of them. My advice to ya is follow your heart and do what will make you happy.”
“But what of my family who expect me to marry to improve family fortunes. My aunt insists that she and my mother had wanted my cousin and I to marry. And what about my sister will it lessen her chance at a good marriage?”
“Listen to yerself me boy you worry about what others want and say far too much, listen to yer own heart and you will know what to do. Think of yer happiness and this will then flow through to yer sister. She has suffered enough for so young a lassie and like yerself it is time you both had some happiness.”
On hearing his sisters name O’Darcy sat up quickly almost knocking the little man off the bed. “What do you know of my sister?”
“Settle down laddie. Ya would be amazed at what I know. Now listen to me, this is what you will do for your happiness, and your sisters. As soon as you can get yerself back to that young lady and change her mind about ya.”
“I think that will be almost impossible because by now I’m sure she would hate me as she will know it was me who convinced Fitzcharles to leave her sister.”
Hitting O’Darcy on the head with his walking cane O’Deary shook his head and shouted, as loud as the little fellow could. “Boy! Have ya not heard what I’ve been saying? Get back to that lassie and convince her, I know ya can do it me boy.”
O’Darcy let out a loud “Ouch!” and said. “You didn’t have to hit me.”
“If ya weren’t so thick headed I wouldna have to. And if ya don’t take me advise I will plague you every night until you do. Now give me ya word you will go and try to win ya lassie.”
O’Darcy wondering how a dream could actually hurt, rubbed his head and decided that even if this was all just a bad dream it could do no harm in at least trying, and if it worked it could only help his young sister too. Looking at his little friend he said. “All right you win I will do what you ask.”
“Now that is what I like me laddie. Everyone usually agrees with me in the end. I suggest you get some sleep because you will need to be up early on the morrow to get things in order so ya can leave as soon as possible. I will leave ya now but remember this I am watching.”
* * * * * *
O’Darcy woke some hours later confused as to whether he had actually had a nightmare or if O’Deary was actually there on his bed. His valet on hearing his master stir was immediately in the room and opening the curtains. O’Darcy sat up and looking at his valet said. “McDuff can you organise a bath I have a lot to do as we will be leaving as soon as possible for Hertfordshire. McDuff surprised that his young master would be returning to Hertfordshire then noticed the slight lump on his masters’ head. “Sir, did you bang your head on something you have quite a lump there?”
O’Darcy raised his hand to his head and on feeling the lump blinked his eyes a few times and unable to give an honest answer to how he got the lump replied. “I’m not sure how I got it, but it doesn’t matter its not that bad. I have quite a lot to do before we can leave but hope to be away within a few days.”
Three days later the O’Darcy carriage was on its way and if the man in the carriage looked back he would have seen O’Deary sitting as still as a statue on the corner of Pemberley with a huge grin on his face.
O’Darcy did everything he could to win the heart of Elizabeth O’Bennet and in the process won the hearts of her family and many in Meryton. The wedding of Fitzwilliam O’Darcy and Elizabeth O’Bennet was all that Mrs O’Bennet wished for.
Of course there was one who wasn’t happy but then Miss Caroline Fitzcharles who coveted Mr O’Darcy for herself would not have been happy with whoever was his wife. She could not understand what he saw in this unpretentious country Miss.
Two Years Later
It was a week after the birth of his son and heir that O’Darcy once again woke to a tap, tap, tap on his head. Still not knowing if he was dreaming or not after checking that his wife was sleeping, wasn’t surprised to see his old friend O’Deary.
O’Deary had a big smile on his face and looking at the sleeping Elizabeth said. “Well me boy I am so glad you took me advice I would have been exhausted coming to ya each night until ya did what was right. And just look what you have won, a beautiful wife and son. Not everyone I visit take my advice, but I am so glad you did. You will not see me again unless there is some disaster. I forecast a long and happy life for you and yer family, and that includes your sister and cousin.
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