Edith we too pulled out a leaf (have not heard the term in many years) for our celebratory meals. There were seven of us too.

Our table was always perfectly laid, and best manners were in place.

For the life of me I cannot remember what we ate, except one thing my mum called Irish stew. It was full of offal, and we loved it.

In this day and age where even if we wanted to, it would be hard to eat nose-to-tail. Somewhere, in Ireland, someone came up with this beautiful stew which was feast-worthy.