Having second thoughts . . . 

"Well, Dan, the Irish baby is nearly done - I should think another twenty minutes should do it!"

"Oh, Martha, what HAVE we done? It's not right to eat Irish babies - we'll go to Hell!"

"Shush now, Dan, go and make yourself useful and set the table with our best cutlery and dinner plates, and maybe open a bottle of that chokeberry wine we bought last year at the boot fair . . . it's not every Sunday we eat so well!"

"Oh, dear, oh dear . . . . "