I'm gonna lay my cards on tables, you can forget about this dish right now if you are the type of person who does not dig heading to the Dublin mountains or the beach around 10am on a Sunday morning for a couple of hours striding and then off to your local for a couple of cheeky soda-pops and a read-up of the Sundays before wandering home to a table full of fall-off-the-bone meat and buttered mash. You can all stop reading this right now and get back under your stone.