Holiday eating with kids
Long, lazy lunches, enormous post-beach ice creams that threatened to melt down our arms, strolling down to the local bakery to get chocolate croissants for breakfast, popping out for café con leche and freshly...
Long, lazy lunches, enormous post-beach ice creams that threatened to melt down our arms, strolling down to the local bakery to get chocolate croissants for breakfast, popping out for café con leche and freshly...
We’re off on holidays next week and kitchen decisions have to be made. Normally we drive to France, bringing all manner of cooking paraphernalia (just short of the kitchen sink) and tins full of...
An edited version of this feature was first published in Irish Examiner. Make the most of a post-NZ holiday stopover by spending a night in Auckland with your family. New Zealand’s largest city is...
A week in Wales with old friends from the Husband’s Cambridge days. Four adults, five children under six and Bridie, the Irish terrier, in one house. Staying nearby, another household of four adults and...
Long haul travel with kids – does it get any easier? Not really, but at least experience helps you to be better prepared! I recently wrote a piece for the Irish Examiner on last...
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by Caroline · Published March 4, 2014 · Last modified February 12, 2018
It’s a little bit of time out, New Zealand. Time out to enjoy coffees and summertime, fresh sweetcorn and ice cream with cousins. It’s just a pity that it sometime takes so long to get...
In 2010, while coming back from Little Missy’s first NZ visit, the Husband and I were fortunate enough to get an invitation from a friend based in Hanoi. Take a 10-month-old baby to Vietnam?...
…and all our new friends at the noodle stalls just around the corner from where we were staying. Three mornings of breakfasts there and we were regulars. With a choice of Pho Ga (chicken noodle soup), Pho Tofu (noodle soup with, yes, tofu) or Banh Cuon (rolled rice pancakes) from the three ladies cooking at the stalls and a bar for coffee across the road, this was good eating. Porridge breakfasts back in Ireland are just not the same.