Behold and weep at it's majesty....

There are those dishes that chefs cheerfully claim include everything but the kitchen sink, but coddle is different – it looks like it is a kitchen sink. Watery rashers? Boiled sausages? Onions that induce heart-attacks? It’s an eccentric, contrary mess of satisfying meatiness, and doesn’t that echo beautifully as an aspiration for a motley mob of moderately funny Irish writers? A fire under our collective arse, a peppery pout, and the unfortunate glimpse of vegetable …

...this is Coddle Pot.

It’s more than just bunny.

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