This time of year, everyone is Irish. For those of us in the northeast, we are sick of winter, and we need a holiday to look forward to. Enter St. Patrick.
Although my ancestry is 75% Irish, let’s face it, I am an American. The only Gaelic I know is
I guess that’s it.
So I started off today deciding, Self, you really need a haircut. I’ll see what I can do with it in the morning but for now I can preview this:
Then I went to the supermarket, and there was all the traditional St. Patrick ‘s day stuff: corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots and Irish soda bread. (They don’t actually eat corned beef and cabbage in Ireland. It’s an American thing.)
Now to me, it’s not Irish soda bread if it doesn’t have Caraway seeds.
I don’t remember when my obsession with caraway seeds started, but it exists. I have had that other so called soda bread, without the seeds, and nothankyou. I have had some from Italian bakeries, with no caraway seeds and with SUGAR, again nothankyou.
I bought some imported Irish butter to go with my bread.
So i butter the bread, and add more caraway seeds because why not.
So I got my haircut and my caraway seeds. Mission accomplished.
Mr. Porter and I are hoping to visit Ireland next year. We’ll see!