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What A Fella Will Do For A Good Irish Stew! . . . A house burglar in South London ignored a video recorder, mobile phones and other valuables – but stole a pan of Irish stew. Clare Wilson, from Mitcham, made the dish for the next day's dinner, then left it on her oven and went to bed. The next morning it had vanished, but nothing else had been taken. Ms. Wilson, a mum of four, told The Sun: "I know my cooking is good but this is ridiculous. It's unbelievable someone would just take a stew when all that stuff was lying about the place. I'm considering putting out reward posters asking people if they've seen my stew pot. I've been making stew for over 20 years in that pot, and I'm a bit annoyed. I've got several others, but it was my favourite. It's just the right size for all the family. The thief must have tasted the food first because I found dollops of it around the top of the stove." Ms. Wilson's sons, Brian, 20, and Scott, 19, swear they did not eat the stew after getting in from the pub – they had a kebab on the way home. The back door had been forced open, so Ms. Wilson reported the crime to Mitcham police. She said: "The thief should have just knocked on the door. I'd have invited them along for dinner. There would have been enough for everyone."
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling by Jack the Sailor
There was a wonderful smell, and I think you can tell
For it never should have been there at all.
Such a powerful compulsion, This Hiberian emulsion
The one thing to cause me to fall.
When the sweet meat and potatoes call like a siren song
And the gravy and veggies so savory
I did steal all the stew the container to, Chew,
And now do a stew for me.
When Irish stew is stewing, It reminds me of my home
Its the best of Irish cooking, no wonder you found it gone.
When Irish stew is ready, My resistance goes away,
And when Irish stew is stewing, sure I'm stealing it right away.
For your stew it is what I do love in the Pot
And it makes my mandibles water.
Like a mountain's sweet spring, that odiferous thing
I can't leave it as I oughta
For the flavor of stew is the sweetest of all,
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while I'm in jail, won't you bring be a pail
I'll eat all the stew I can get.
When Irish stew is stewing, It reminds me of my home
Its the best of Irish cooking, no wonder you found it gone.
When Irish stew is ready, My resistance goes away,
And when Irish stew is stewing, sure I'm stealing it right away.