I ate my words, and thoroughly enjoyed them

A PLEASANT young man called Leonard arrived at the cottage door last week, bearing a large box from Knocknamuck in Co Cork.

Knocknamuck, I think, has something to do with the Hill Of The Pig. That is appropriate.

Going back a bit, I wrote a piece here about a month ago lamenting that Irish ham producers do not create anything like the range of speciality ham slices such as the cunningly packed German and Spanish packs you buy in supermarkets. These cost a fair amount, look good and taste fine, but you only get about six wafer-thin slices for your money; not enough to take away the edge of a wren’s appetite.