A glimpse at the Emerald Isle
March 17, 2010


Travelogue by Chris Ciolli

A stoneís throw, or rather a short train ride from Dublin, is Malahide Castle and its 250 acres of greenery. The expanse of lawn, formal gardens, and forest surrounding the castle add to its appeal, but donít let anyone fool you, thereís a good 15 minute walk, providing you stay on task and donít wander off. The path in question winds through what would look like pure wilderness if the trees werenít so perfectly straight and evenly spaced.

While many tourists are likely here to see the castle, one of the oldest and most historic, even in Ireland, a land of many castles and even more ruins, I am here to see a dollhouse. The castle is a large, grey, and relatively square building in the middle with more recent additions unfurling haphazardly among large trees. Ironically, the very towers that make the structure look like a castle to me are recent 18th century additions. Iím not particularly interested in the inside of castles, so after a short look at all the grandeur very old stone construction has to offer, Iím on my way down the path to the dollhouse museum located on the grounds in the carriage house.

After a brief interlude chasing a beautiful and unpleasant peacock around the courtyard with my camera, I step into the museum. The small stone building houses two floors of dolls and their houses. The first floor is full of worlds in miniature intermingled with comparatively gigantic babies in their cribs and carriages. A prancing horse, paint flaking, stands at attention on the edge of a platform in the hopes of a quick spin around the room. His mistress, a cheerfully dressed doll in a floppy spring hat with flowers around the brim, holds the reins. She knows that the backdrop of blue skies and fluffy clouds are not to be believed; she and her horse are indoors, and must behave accordingly.

Next I creak up a few dozen stairs to the main attraction: Taraís Palace. Taraís Palace is easily bigger than my kitchen in Barcelona and definitely better furnished than any house Iíve ever lived in. Tiny hand-woven rugs, peat fireplaces and oil paintings make me envious of the dolls that get to live here. But truth be told, the furnishings are a little too formal, and impractical for my taste.

Taraís Palace took over two decades to complete and was modeled after three great 18th Century Irish Mansions. The project was inspired by another famous Irish dollhouse, Titaniaís Palace. After Ireland lost Titaniaís Palace, the idea to create a new doll palace was put forward in order to showcase Irelandís craftsmanship and awaken the imagination of everyone who saw it, especially children. Dolls and houses of varying sizes and styles are satellite attractions assembled around the palace. I could easily spend a few hours losing myself in the possible life stories and personalities behind these works of art and find myself reflecting on old toys. Toys from the days when children had to actively imagine or move things instead of pressing a button. Toys that were made to last, to be taken care of and cherished instead of consumed and discarded and I wonder, a hundred years from now, what will be in a toy museumÖvideo game cartridges? Screen shots of online entertainment?

Back to Dublin

After a long day of exploring miniature housing, and chasing peacock, Iím glad to be back in Dublin and very ready for a drink. Stepping into the din of the noisy pub, I watch the bartender construct my Guinness, layer by delectable layer. In the lengthy journey back to the table Iíve spotted in the corner, I admire the creamy opaque white of the foam, and the amber sparkles in the chocolaty brown beverage beneath. Guinness is the drink of kingsÖand queens, like myself...or so I like to believe, and a few Guinnesses never fail to help that belief along.

March in Dublin favors the lion, and leaves the lamb to shiver and shake, sheltered in the barn and tourists like myself to seek occasional respite in the warmth of one of the many pubs in Temple Bar. Temple Bar has a thriving, young flavor to it. Here ethnic restaurants are interspersed with bars and pubs offering more traditional daily specials of stew and brown bread.

Since I am not especially hungry after filling up on Guinness, I head into a pub and order a side dish of champ. Champ is the Irish variety of mashed potatoes. Served with chopped green onions and a well of butter in the center, itís the ultimate comfort food., something to keep me warm on the long walk back to my hotel, a family run bed and breakfast set up on the edge of Phoenix Park, a huge green space that is apparently the largest enclosed park in all of Europe. Itís too late to wander around even in an outdoor enclosed space, so itís bed for me. Tomorrowís another day in Ireland, and thereís Irish breakfast to be had.

Irish Champ recipe

If youíre interested in preparing Irish Champ at home, itís easy. Since today is St. Patrickís Day, you could even make it green.

Youíll need: 2 lbs potatoes, Ĺ cup whole milk, Ĺ cup green onions, ľ cup butter, salt and pepper to taste, food coloring if desired. (Recipe Serves 4).

Wash and boil the potatoes with the skin on. While the potatoes cook, chop the green onions. Simmer the green onions in a small pot with the milk. Mash the potatoes, mix in hot milk/green onions and half the butter. Add salt and pepper to taste and, if you wish, mix in a few drops of green food coloring until you get the color desired.

Serve the champ in peaks with a pat of butter nestled in the middle. If youíre feeling really festive, have a Green Guinness to go along with it. Happy St. Patrickís Day!

End note: Dying things green and drinking an excess of beer for St. Patrickís Day is not in any way endorsed by the Irish Board of Tourism and is generally an American phenomenon.

Chris Ciolli is a freelance writer and translator currently located in Barcelona, Spain. A Midwesterner at heart, she regularly comes home to Missouri to visit her family and enjoy a good thunderstorm. Apart from her passion for words (especially reading and writing them), Chris loves to cook, paint and travel as much as possible. She welcomes questions about recipes or experiences and propositions for professional collaborations. Contact her here.Copyright Chris Ciolli 2010. The photos are courtesy of Oscar Rodriguez. No part of this material can be reproduced without written permission from the author.


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