Day After Breakfast

Today, there's probably a few people nursing a hangover. Not me. I always celebrate St. Patrick by making Soda Bread. Today, I'm enjoying a wonderful breakfast of coffee and soda bread.

My husband likes to tease me that I'm really not that "Irish." To which I'm tempted to say, "You're really not a big Jackass," but I don't. I bite my tongue.

I'm some Irish and to me that's what matters.

Besides, this is how I like my soda bread... in big giant hunks. What's not Irish about that?

But yesterday, my soda bread tradition was in jeopardy. I couldn't find my recipe labeled "Dad's Soda Bread." (Note of explanation, I'm not even sure if I have Irish on my Dad's side... I know I have it on my Mom's side. There' Scotch on my Dad's side---but for some reason he uncharacteristically ripped out a recipe for soda bread and made it one year. From that point on I labeled it Dad's soda bread, though I think he only made it that one time. I like to pretend it's been passed down for generations.)

Luckily, I found a blog that had a very similar recipe and it turned out lovely. Hopefully, I'll find that cookbook though because it does actually have a few family recipes in it.

I felt very lucky to find the soda bread recipe and the wonderful blog by Claire, which has oodles of beautiful photographs and other recipes I want to try. Check out her lovely blog, Cook with Claire, but I warn you, your mouth will water.

Here's her soda bread recipe.