Irish Soda Bread is easy to make and doesn’t need special ingredients.
It goes well with a corned beef and cabbage dinner, or anything else.
Here's the Irish Soda Bread recipe that I clipped from The New York Daily News fifty years ago.
Faith and beggorah! 'Tis a fine recipe.
Absolutely Hobbit free.
And the cops will love you.
Hints:
You can also make a buttermilk substitute for baking.
Combine 1 tablespoon lemon juice or vinegar with 1 cup milk.
Let it sit for 2 minutes.
Irish Soda Bread
Grease a cookie pan
Preheat oven to 375º F
Combine in a large bowl
3 Cups flour
3 Tablespoons sugar
1 Tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
Stir in
1/2 Cup currants or raisins
1 1/3 Cups buttermilk
Knead the dough on a floured board.
Shape into a round loaf and place on the prepared pan.
Cut a cross on top of the loaf.
Bake 45 minutes.
Combine for a glaze
2 Tablespoons sugar
2 Tablespoons hot water
Remove loaf from oven and brush with glaze.
Bake 10 minutes.
This post has links for more Irish recipes, as well as recipes for St. Joseph’s Day, which we’ll be celebrating on March 19:
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2020/03/anna-sultanas-onion-soup-lamb-barley.html
~~~
Years ago I wrote for and told my stories on the CKUW radio show 2000 & Counting.
Here’s one I wrote for St. Patrick’s Day…
Remember how we were all gaga about the dawning of the Age of Aquarius?
I mean, even if you didn't know enough Astrology to know your own sign - let alone what house you were mooning - you couldn't avoid Hair, the song, play or movie. And everybody saw the 5th Dimension on the Ed Sullivan Show. Remember how they just stood there, swaying and singing When the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars, then peace will guide the planets and love will fill the stars?
Ok, Janet Jackson it wasn't.
So who are Aquarians?
Kim Novak, Vanessa Redgrave, Jeanne Moreau, Mia Farrow, Carmen Miranda and, the comeback king, John Travolta. We're talking a major sign here.
Some people poo poo all this but I think we'd better start paying attention. This is a new millennium and cosmic forces are just itching to find any teeny tiny hole where they can get a toehold to shake things up on dear old planet earth.
No kidding.
Take St. Patrick's Day. I'm from New York where St. Patrick's was like Christmas. Everybody - no matter where they came from - sat down to a corned beef and cabbage dinner on March 17.
Hey, nobody was dumb enough to not notice all the Irish cops, carrying billy clubs, pounding down Fifth Avenue in the St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Trust me, you didn't want to make a New York cop mad.
For decades I used an Irish Soda Bread recipe that I'd clipped from The New York Daily News.
Then, like everybody else, I discovered Martha. Ok, she's Polish, but she had a humdinger of a recipe. I watched her teach it to some Irish lady who said, "Faith and beggorah! 'Tis better than me own sainted Mum's recipe."
When I heard the 'Tis word, I was hooked.
I downloaded the recipe from Martha's website and everything went tickety boo.
Until Martha got convicted.
Well, that shook everybody up.
Her stock took a tumble and you could've shot a cannon through the department store aisles where her household items were gathering dust.
Frugal housewives were clipping Martha Stewart labels from towels and sheets.
With visions of mad cops marching in my head, I thought it wouldn't be kosher to whip up a loaf of Martha's Irish Soda Bread.
Back to the computer.
There's lots of stuff about Ireland on the internet.
Did you know that corned beef is not the national dish? It was eaten as a last resort during hard times.
Irish coffee was the invention of the Buena Vista Cafe in San Francisco.
When Irish Eyes are Smiling is an American song.
And many Irish people consider green to be an unlucky color.
Finally I found The Traditional Irish Soda Bread Recipe and double clicked.
Now how was I supposed to know the cosmic forces that click would unleash?
Before you could say "Faith and beggorah", my computer started to glow, I heard a banshee wail and my printer took on a life of its own printing sheets of I didn't know what.
Odd characters strolled around my room. They looked like a touring company of The Lord of Rings. Some were chanting, some were crying and some were doing tai chi.
This was not a good thing.
Enough was enough. I pressed the option and command keys, made the sign of the cross and punched the escape key.
It worked.
iMac 1, Druids 0.
The pages were all over the floor.
Seems somebody is holding a cosmic grudge.
According to legend, St. Patrick put a curse on venomous snakes in Ireland. Then he drove all the snakes into the sea.
Well, according to my visiting Hobbits, the snakes were a popular tourist attraction, their version of the Narcisse Wildlife Management Area.
You've heard of Narcisse, where thousands of red-sided garter snakes emerge from the limestone sinkholes in late April and tangle in a mating ritual for three weeks. Ok, it's not Disneyland, but tourists come and spend and that's always a good thing.
Why wreck a nice little cottage industry?
Why, indeed.
I guess History rewrites by the winner is not a new thing.
Oh, among the pages was a recipe for traditional Irish Soda Bread.
I don't think I'll try it.
No, the corned beef and cabbage is enough.
I don't need the bread.
Hmm... the Atkins diet, which cuts out bread, is sure popular in the Age of Aquarius.
Coincidence?
I think not.
