Soda bread is just as synonymous with St. Patrick’s Day as corned beef and cabbage or green beer. It’s practically mandatory, whether you are Irish or not. This recipe is not as dense as most soda breads and it has a touch of sweetness. It is a recipe I treasure and make every year.
“There are only two types of women that wear red shoes, and YOU my dear are no Spanish dancer”.
That little gem came out of the mouth of my friend’s 86 year old mother, delivered in the thickest Irish brogue you could imagine.
We had been out shopping and she had purchased a pair of red shoes. Upon showing off her new purchase, that was her mother’s response. Did I mention that said friend was in her 50’s?!
I was still in my 20’s at the time and thought it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard, the fact that it was delivered with perfect comic timing from an 86 year old woman made it even better. Continue reading →
“Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s Kitchen”. As soon as I walk into this space, I know if that were a real commandment, I’d be breaking it. And breaking it hard. Those of us who cook and are forced challenged to “get creative” with minuscule kitchens feel the sting every time we walk into someone elses’s beautiful kitchen. We look at their (audible gasp) cabinet space, counter space & WHAT?! You have built in ovens AND a center island?!
OK, maybe that’s just me… I look at my tiny space & feel a tinge of frustration, but remind myself that plenty of people have it worse. Although it doesn’t usually make me feel much better when I’m balancing things on top of one another just to find a little extra space to set down a cutting board. Continue reading →