Foodgasms.

This weekend was most definitely the climax of my culinary experience thus far.

I decided to get up bright and early and greet the day...

little did I know that an oasis of delicious delight would greet me in return.

Let's begin, shall we? I take the bus into City Center, expecting to eat in a cafe.

But then all of a sudden, I realize that the cafes are blocked by a stretch of the divine-est smelling, looking (and later tasting) dishes any Irish girl could hope for.

That's right folks. This girl has gone Irish.

I begin wandering through each and every market stand, walking with an undeniable jig in my step. The scene was a foodie's heaven.

This table was covered with freshly baked breads, cakes and...

Quiche. Big beautiful quiche. I spotted the roasted vegetable savoury tart, and I knew I had to have it. Nothing in my life had every struck me the way this sliver of delectability did. The world stopped, angels sung. And I purchased the quiche.

It was love at first bite.

For just 5.90 Euro, victory was mmmmmmine. Mmmmm.

(I came, I saw, I most DEFINITELY conquered!) munch munch...

Once devouring my tart on the sidewalk, I was ready for some browsing.

Okay FINE... and a little shopping.

My eyes caught a table of glittery objects and I was seduced.

Hand-made crystal bracelets, necklaces, earrings.

Glitz glitz glitz.

Then I saw signs for an indoor flea market. say no more.

I'm not really sure why it's called exchange. You buy things... not exchange them.

Maybe it's because the stuff was so cute,

I ended up using all the dollars I had exchanged for euros? Whoooops.

Come on in, the waters fine...

Adorable nick-nacks, hand-made post-cards, and teeth necklaces.

Yup. Teeth. Moving on...

Funky-ness on the tables. Funky-ness on the WALLS. It's only fair.

I mingled with some craftspeople, picked up some art secrets

(like where to spot more Slam Poetry in Dublin!!) and peaccced.

But don't get your panties in a twist, I found more cool stuff.

Like panties.

EXCEPT... they aren't called panties! hehehe...

Knickers?! For real?! I'M. IN. LOVE.

But the romance doesn't end there.

Don't forget... the quiche was only lunch.

Behold,

The inducer of the

ULTIMATE food-gasm:

** Note: when have a food-gasm use protection.

I promise, I was wearing a napkin.

This Persian dish involves a lot of stuff I can't pronounce.

All I know is that the man next to me ordered it and it looked

WICKED good. So I pointed to it and got the same thing.

That was some of the most satisfying unknown food I've ever eaten.

In other news... Ireland has some other unknowns I have yet to figure out.

Bags that declare loving... Peanut Butter?

(later learned it was Paul's Boutique)

The Irish serving Tapas? Now I'm seriously perplexed.

Clue me in guys, cause I don't recall Spain serving a pint side their tapas.

Lot's of love... and silly-ness!

The Sams striking MAHEM on the bus!