It always happens in the same sequence, just as I'm fine again about where we live, and resigned to staying there for another while because it makes sense, I end up meeting Ciara and Carole for a walk along the sea in Greystones followed by coffee in the Happy Pear, and again I'm restless and haunted, hating my house and dreaming of moving. We will, and not too far in the future, but sometimes I feel like a child a week before christmas... How much longer, how much longer?
Well, wouldn't you be?
Stir until just browned and pour on the tins of tomatoes . Add the coconut milk. 
If your pan is too small wait add the tomatoes a tin at a time, waiting for them to reduce before adding the second. Allow to bubble on a medium heat for about 15 minutes, or until the sauce has reduced by half.
Bills Black Pudding Pie
As we continued and went to have our coffee I began to notice other huge faults, in my book - local artists work for sale on the walls of the cafe (I hate that because its nearly always rubbish), the floors were dirty and needed a sweep, in the courtyard where we sat for our coffee the tables were dirty and the ground was mucky. 
We ordered two breakfast dishes, I got the scrambled eggs and dear C got the fruit with yoghurt. Both came on plates and did not kill us. That is the most I can say. For the price, I would have expected a bit of embellishment, not even a sprig of parsley on my eggs and C's yoghurt had (I saw it being done as I paid) been poured straight from a carton into the bowl so it was just plop with fruit, which I thought was a bit sloppy. Compared with what you could get in Avoca for the price (
While I was waiting to pay, wondering where to put my purse down on a counter covered in spilt milk, I noticed the kitchen staff preparing a breakfast for another customer. The bagel was hurredly sliced, unevenly, and thrown into a toaster. Smoked salmon was plopped onto a plate and a thin lemon slice was thrown on. Then the slightly burned bagel was added and the waitress took it away. I got the impression that all of the goods had been bought in, nothing made on site, and that the staff had little enthusiasm for presentation.
Its such a lovely environment, so peaceful even when full to the brim... the decor is really different, hotchpotch of different tables and chairs, huge chandeliers hung with cutlery and ribbons, big wooden windows with views of the wood, lovely touches here and there... 
So this morning myself and Ingrid (recently in receipt of a new baby girl) headed off with our "under the armers" for some coffee and a bite, and the obligatory browse which usually ends with an "i never knew i needed it but i do" purchase!
It was a fine morning, after a nights raining, so the ferns and trees were wide awake and glistening and sitting by the huge windows was therapy indeed.
The food as always was beautifully presented, grandmother helpings, and very tasty! The service is laid back (sometimes slow but who cares) and friendly and the surroundings are unmatched... just the perfect way to spend a leisurely morning!
