Fare Thee Well, Soda Bread

The soda bread I made last night for our perpetual Patty’s Day party at work today was a hit. The photo above depicts what remained of the spread at 12:45 p.m., after the locusts had descended. What’s left of my soda bread is sitting on the tinfoil in the foreground. Many people said they liked it, but I think that was because this mouthy girl I work with kept telling people it was I who had baked it, after listing all the ladies who had made stuff, as if it was by some miracle that a guy could cook. Also, I don’t take praise well.

So thanks to Dana for the recipe, and happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone. Drink a Guinness for me.