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Our department has some hardcore Irish in it so celebrations are aplenty on St. Patrick’s Day. Even at work, it’s a daylong feast of food, decorations and silly hats.
I was directed today to bring in food tomorrow so I emailed Dana in Dublin to get an authentic Irish recipe for “cookies or bread type items.” She responded with this one, supplied by an actual Irish lady who made it for Dana and her housemates.
I converted the heathen Celsius and metric system measurements to American and discovered that the recipe’s original call for “caster sugar” is the same as superfine sugar. (Then I found actual caster sugar at an Upper West Side grocer and bought it even though it was $7 for a pound bag.) Also, the original recipe called for butter but didn’t say what to do with it other than spread it on the finished slices; instead, I melted it and threw it on the dough before baking to enhance taste and browning.
Initially I was concerned that the recipe didn’t contain any baking soda as I thought soda bread would, but a hasty Google revealed three things:
I found other soda bread recipes with baking powder and not baking soda, baking soda and not baking powder, and some with both. Some had eggs, some didn’t. Some skipped out on the sugar. Others insisted on caraway seeds. And there were many passionate bids for specific dried fruits. I chose an even mix of Zante currants and unsulphured dried apricots, which I diced and floured so they didn’t stick together.

Other than the buttering, I stuck to the recipe and I think it was a success. It resulted in what resembles a small UFO-sized scone, which isn’t a bad thing by me. We’ll see how it survives a subway journey downtown and the judgment of my coworkers.
sounds tasty!