My second response is a little more involved. My Grandfather had eleven brothers and sisters and I witnessed many funerals during my childhood.
The only constant materialism in my life has been Patrick Cemetery. A place that was mine and no one could take away from me. Now, in my later years, it has become more than a place to go, it is a piece of land that needs attention.
So, I post these "special" recipes and a few stories and photos I am compelled to share in hopes others will have an interest in that little piece of ground.