If a woman had a bun in the oven though Ivan she was allowed to keep that one . JS
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If a woman had a bun in the oven though Ivan she was allowed to keep that one . JS
I remember in my grans house there was an big Black cast Iron cooking range. I suppose a modern comparison would by the AGA oven. It was great in the winter as it kept the house warm but in the summer not so comfortable to be in the kitchen.
Those big black Agas were common at one time all over UK.
Remember the house my GGF lived in Sunderland, always on no matter the time of year.
My mother in law in Ireland also had one, cooked the great soda bread in it.
My Father used to make all our bread during the war, he and all us boys in the village used to help the farmer to gather in the wheat, then help with the threshing, for which he would get a bag of wheat, he would then get it crushed into flour and that lasted for yonks for making bread.
Des
So gave it ago this morning, followed the recipe Les posted. How does it look Les, compared to what you do? I must admit I thought it would have risen a bit more than this. But having had a still warm slice for my lunch certainly had a nice texture and flavour . I had no Golden Syrup but it was fine with Honey.
In the photos are also my Soda Farls. Theyare really nice if toasted with plenty of butter on. Often I will fry a half when having a full english, Bacon, Eggs & Black pudding. Rarely do I do a fry up now. Maybe once a month.
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I remember as a kid when in Ireland on holiday, we only ever had that soda bread. It was always home made, plus all the neighbours had the same. I don't remember ever seeing a baker, or bakers shop. I didn't like it much, and still don't. Mind you it must be 15 years or more since I was over there.
My aunt always sent some over in the post, but I wouldn't eat it. She always sent us a big turkey at Christmas, wrapped in newspaper and string. I wouldn't eat that either.
Everyone had pigs and chickens in their gardens, and I would love them as pets. Then the local butcher would come and kill them for our dinner. My little piglets would squeal out and I used to get heartbroken.
I never ate meat until I'd been at the Vindi for about 3-4 days.
I did eat sausages, because I was told they were not meat, strangely enough, I don't eat them now.
Fussy little git I was, egg and chips for Christmas dinner.