Saint Paddy’s Day is quickly approaching, and I cannot think of a better time to tap into my inherent Irish bloodline and pull out a long-standing family favorite recipe – Irish Soda Bread. Although I didn’t realize it until well into adulthood, I pretty much lived on the stuff when I was a tot. It took one bite from a batch made by a friend to make me trip balls down memory lane and get overwhelmed with fond childhood memories of my Great Aunt May – a passionate writer, chef, and dog-lover.
Regardless of whether or not I can come up with an articulate sentence about the stuff, flatbread is definitely having a moment, and it’s surprisingly easy to make if you have the time. Versatile, too, making delicious sandwiches or quesadillas even though it isn’t quite bread and isn’t quite tortillas, either. I have big plans to try baking some into dip chips in the unlikely event that I ever have leftovers.
It seems almost uncool to like bread, with modern food trends leaning towards gluten-free eats and not consuming empty calories, but, I must confess, I still love you, bread. I love you with butter. I love you with peanut butter. I love you with jam or mayhaps toasted, spread with goat cheese and drizzled with herb infused honey.
Christmas is pretty serious business around here, with family. Advent, cookie bake, Christmas Eve game night. Christmas morning at extended family’s house opening stockings, having brunch and mimosas, opening gifts, setting up and trying out the kid’s new toys and gadgets, trying out our own toys and gadgets. Lots of games and laughter and food.
Its a BUSY time of year, enough to make one’s head spin. So my husband and I have a few of our own traditions for the holidays, like having our own little family gift exchange on Solstice rather than Christmas day. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have time. So My husband takes the day off work, we gather around our little tree and share presents and breakfast.