A Frenchman once visited Ireland
to research the local cuisine
he left after one day
saying "I've had enough
of this boring pomme de terre scene".
The Irish are proud of their humble spud
the source of their culinary skills
they plant them in rows
all over the land
and mound them up into hills.
They mash 'em and bake 'em
and even add cabbage
and that's about all that you'll get
so if you're looking for a book on their haute cuisine dishes
I'm afraid it ain't been written yet.