Irish Soda Bread {Recipe}

With St. Paddy's Day only a week away, it seems like most of the blogging (and pinterest) world is gearing up with projects and foods of various shades of green and levels of Irish authenticity. I figured it's the perfect time to showcase one of the foods most of the island can agree on. 

Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake

Soda bread, while traditional, is only a more recent invention of necessity. With the invention of baking soda/bicarbonate of soda, it was created as a cheaper and quicker substitute to yeast breads. It is dense and has a slightly acidic taste but pairs very well with fried eggs or a huge pat of butter and jam. Conventionally, it is cooked on a griddle over an open turf flame, but as my apartment complex generally frowns upon that I'll share the oven method instead.

Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake
low lighting in the cottage makes for a grainy photo, but you get the gist. Shoutout to my friend Ashley for taking this photo during her visit last year!
I was originally going to share some links to recipes for it, but most of the recipes I came across included added sugar (most people in Ireland would call that a cake...) and one even had yogurt in it. I'm sure that makes a lovely loaf of something, but don't call it Irish Soda Bread if you're using completely changing the recipe. Call it "Betty's Yogurt Bread" or something. I don't know. Any who... 

The recipe I'm sharing is based on the recipe I received on my visit to the Ulster Folk Museum where a lovely older woman cooks it in the traditional manner in a cottage on the property. I have converted the measurements into things I understand (unless you want to measure out pounds of flour, in which case be my guest...), halved the recipe (because quite frankly the two of us can't eat a whole loaf in one go) and used a loaf pan instead of a cast iron skillet because it's what I've got. Please feel free to double the recipe if cooking for a family- just increase the baking time.


Irish Soda Bread
You'll need (yes, this is it):

Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake

3 cups regular flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cream of tartar
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup buttermilk  + extra to get dough to consistency


Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake


First, combine the dry ingredients in a medium sized mixing bowl, making sure there are no lumps. Use a sieve if necessary. Next, make a well in the centre of the flour mixture and pour in the buttermilk. 

Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake

Mix ingredients until a thick dough ball forms. If you've mixed until you can't mix any more and there's still flour left over, add in a little extra buttermilk at a time until it is all incorporated. The amount of buttermilk completely depends on the quality of your flour. The dough will be very dense. Ignore my whisk in these photos and pretend it's a wooden spoon. I learned the hard way so you don't have to. 

Now the method changes depending on how you want to form your dough, a "choose your own path" if you will.

Method 1: Turn your dough onto a floured work surface, flour the top, and gently knead the dough by folding the corners into the centre. Then either roll out to a half an inch thickness and cut into 4 parts (farls), or shape into a ball and mark an X with a knife in the centre (to keep the demons out). Either way, place onto either a cast iron skillet or floured cake pan.
Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake

Method 2: If you're like me, you'll sprinkle extra flour on and knead the dough lightly in the bowl because you don't like cleaning up flour from your work surface. Then shake it somewhat into a loaf and place in your floured loaf pan.
Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake
smiley has been added to protect the dirty stovetop.
Bake at 425F/220C/200C Fan oven for about 25 minutes, or until the top is browned and it sounds hollow if you thunk it with your finger (technical term). If making a whole loaf (doubling my recipe) increase time to about 45 minutes, but watch it from 35 because ovens are weird and unpredictable. Make wise choices. 

It won't be pretty, but that's ok. The uglier the better, I always say. Serve it with tons of butter and jam, make yourself a huge Irish breakfast and add in some back bacon, Irish sausage (theirs is served in links and doesn't have tons of seasonings in it like American breakfast sausage does), fried eggs, fried mushrooms or tomatoes (or both), and either some black and white puddings or potato farls, depending on what part of the island you're claiming your breakfast hails from. Or be boring and serve it with butter, scrambled eggs, and back bacon because that's what your mail order boyfriend requested. Either way, they'll be appreciative because you just cooked them a hot breakfast.

 
Irish Soda Bread Recipe from Give Me Cake
... and then i got so excited about the smiley I got a little overzealous with the stickers.



So that's it! Love it or hate it, it's tradition. We're spending St. Patrick's Day in Dublin (for the drinking festivities, not parades) and I'm so excited! Do you celebrate St. Patrick's Day? What do you do?

H54F {edition 4}

Just a quick check-in, because I'm not happy with one post a week even though I am currently not doing anything interesting to actually report on. It seems like my complete honesty yesterday was a miss and not a hit, but I don't totally mind. It's my blog and I'll do what I want! 


1. Let me start by saying this video is everything. It made me tear up in the best of ways, and although it both has been and will be overshared, I really can't watch it enough.



2. I have the evening to myself. I may just teach myself to moonwalk



3. Tomorrow is supposed to be a high of 59F and sunny (for Ireland)! I truly can't wait. I need some serious vitamin D! 




4. I know it's silly and slightly superficial, but I got the Real Techniques Expert Face Brush earlier this week and it totally changed my foundation game. I've never used a foundation brush before, and the results are definitely worth it. No sucking up most of my foundation like most sponges, and it lasts all day now that the oils from my fingertips aren't all over my face. Game. Changer. 


 5. As previously mentioned, I've got a big night in tonight and I'm planning to watch the first episode of Netflix's Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I can't tell you guys how excited I am about this series. I've been craving a Tina Fey sitcom since the end of 30 Rock. I plan on pacing myself and not binge watching, but I'm not making any promises!!

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Now I'm off to enjoy my weekend! What about you?



Linking up this week with: Oh, Hey Friday!High Five for Friday!, and 5 On Friday


Confession Session: I don't like your kids.




Let me start off by admitting this: I was a little shit growing up, and in fact, I probably still am. I was the epitome of an only child. To say I was spoiled is a complete understatement-- I could fit in my Christmas stocking until I was 15, and it was always full. I didn't like to share, got very jealous, and had absolutely no imagination. I'd watch shows like Barney and anything on Nickelodeon and wonder how those kids were having so much fun. I had the doll and he certainly wasn't coming to life (thank God), and does that boy know he's just looking through a toilet paper tube? He must be insane if he thinks he's actually on that pirate ship. It was the job of my parents, babysitters, and even my parents friends to entertain me constantly. This isn't to say I didn't have any friends or get along with other kids, I had a best friend and all. The problem was that she was also an only child and equally if not more of a brat than I was. Therefore, not even socialising kicked my habits.

Fast forward to today, and I still suffer from the lack of imagination. So when I am in the company of children, I find it very difficult to relate. I can't just sit down for 20 minutes and keep them entertained, and it ends up being incredibly gruelling for me mentally. I don't have the patience for dress-up, I don't know any funny jokes, and I still am at a loss when they ask me "what should we do next?" I suppose this isn't actually the kids fault at all. The problem is that I'm still terrible at playing and having conversations about things other than current events. Being around children generally means that you've got to do those things, and, well, the kids are guilty by association I guess.

You know how pets only seem to be around non-pet lovers? The same goes for children. During college, I was actually paid to be a play-mate for a 3 year old who had a stay-at-home mother, live-in nanny, and her own wing of the mansion dedicated as a play room. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings I arrived, had breakfast made for me and then we were up to our own devices until lunch when I would get $60 and go on my way. All of this because one time when the family came into the restaurant I worked at, she gave me a hug on the way out. Seems like a dream job, right? Not for me. I actually dreaded those two days each week. They had a "no TV" rule and I'd rather be doing my homework or get dental work done with no insurance than keep this child entertained. After her birthday party (complete with a gift ROOM, multiple cakes, and ponies) I had two more offers for similar jobs because I let the non-social kids sit by me while I made sure the crazy ones didn't eat the poisonous berries from the bushes. When I actually felt like I'd throw up thinking about the prospect of accepting, I knew I needed to get the heck out of there.

There are always exceptions that prove the rule.

For one, I freaking love babies. Please, bring all your babies to me. Put a baby in my arms and I can entertain it for days. I'm a pro at funny faces and noises. Once it learns to talk though, you can have it back. My neighbour's little boy wears footie pyjamas and gets so excited about weather (snow, sun, you name it) that he regularly stands in their doorway in them jumping up and down and dancing. We can all agree thats adorable, I just have no interest in extending the friendship further.

Alternatively, it helps if the kid is more mentally grown up than I am. One of my best friends here has a 4 year old that I can talk to like an adult (minus the curse words, because I get scolded for them), she's pretty understanding when Auntie Sara has the "I'm over it" look and is happy playing by herself as long as I chime in once ever 5 minutes or so, and firmly told me once that when I asked if she had to go to the potty before bed that I was mistaken. "It's a toilet, Auntie Sara. Not a potty." Why yes, how silly of me. Carry on, child.

In the future, I definitely want kids. It's just that I'll need more than one and very close in age so they can entertain each other. I don't mind preparing Pinterest worthy activities for them as long as I won't have to actually participate. Ideally? Twins. I understand that I can't control that at all, but hey there's always adoption if my body doesn't cooperate.


Do you have any confessions that may make you seem cold hearted? I swear I'm not. Any tips on helping my stunted imagination this late in the game? 



*This was meant to be a link-up with Hump Day confessions, but I got distracted and forgot to hit "publish." So even though it's Thursday, I'll link up anyway. Thanks for understanding).*

Making Melissa