Oooh! Guest blogging! I love it! I don’t usually post here on Girls’ Night, so when Jen (who knows I’m a Baileys fan) asked me if I might try out a new drink and review it here I said: "NO WAY!"

Just joking! I actually said: "WOOHOO! WHERE DO I SIGN?!"

It just so happens, though, that Baileys isn’t the only Irish thing that I love. I love Maeve Binchy novels, and Sheila O’Flanagan novels, too. And yes, Mom and Dad, since you paid for the degree in English Literature, I love Jonathan Swift and James Joyce as well — heck, I even read (and sorta understood) Ulysses (really! the whole thing!)…and truly not many people can say that (without significantly stretching the truth, anyway).


But it’s not just Baileys and Irish authors that I love, no…I also have a soft spot for Irish actors, like Liam Neeson, Ciarán Hinds, Aidan Quinn and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, among others. And really, how could you not like them? Look at Jonathan Rhys Meyers, for example, pictured at left (and don’t miss him Tuesdays at 9:00 on CBC in The Tudors; I accidentally missed it last week: *sob*).

And then there are the Irish names. I must admit that Liam, Kieran and Aidan were all on my list of boys names when I was preggers (shucks, I had two daughters) and I am very partial to a number of Irish girls names as well, among them Bridget, Grainne and Siobhan (I actually grew up with three friends named Siobhan…in Toronto, not Dublin…can you believe?)


But isn’t it so tired and cliché for us colonials to be sentimental about "the old country"? Well, guilty as charged. However, I do have a slight tint of green in the ancestral blood, via both the maternal and paternal lines. My folks even went to the Emerald Isle a few years ago and visited my mother’s family’s hometown, located somewhere near Aughentaine Castle, (pictured at right) in Northern Ireland. So, call it cliché, call it gauche, call it what you like: I love all things Irish, including Baileys Irish Cream and anything made with it.

And that brings me to the title of this post, and how I met a Buttery Irishman: sadly not Liam, Ciarán, Aidan or Jonathan, but instead a tasty little cocktail made with Baileys, Smirnoff Vanilla Twist (ooh) and butterscotch (aah). And how was he, my buttery Irishman? Just as smooth and intoxicating as you might imagine a real buttery Irishman to be, and twice as sweet. Enjoy!



Fill a rocks glass with crushed ice.
Add 1/2 oz. Smirnoff Vanilla Twist,
1 oz. Baileys,
1/2 oz. butterscotch schnapps and
1 oz. cream
Garnish with a caramel candy

Kath regularly posts about weight loss and healthy living in Losing It! on, and you can also read more at her blog This Is Kat.

  • Kare

    I can’t seem to find the recipe for the Bailey’s Ice Cream. I was wondering if you could post it, as I’m such a Baileys fan (My favorite drink) and would love to try out the recipe.

  • Beck

    Yum yum.
    We were going to name the Baby Grainne and then didn’t – which was a good thing, since she’s severely grain-intolerant and all. That would have been a cruelly ironic name to be saddled with for the rest of her life, eh?

  • ali

    i was Irish in another life. i’m convinced 🙂

  • Anne

    Sounds REALLY good!
    Somehow I doubt this fits with your usual posts about Taking it off though! 😉
    But for a treat what the heck.

  • Jen

    Ooooooooooooh yum. A Buttery Irishman sounds divine 😉

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