soda bread

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And since people are having a hard time figuring this out for themselves, let me just say: every single item on this list is OPTIONAL, just look for what you need personally and let others do the same.

Game of Thrones Direwolf Bread


Yields 3 small loaves

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 4 cups all purpose flour
  • 4 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 ½ teaspoon salt
  • ½ stick butter, cubed and ice cold
  • 1 ¾ cups buttermilk
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon orange zest
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Zester
  • Rolling pin
  • Sharp knife
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper
  • Egg wash

Let’s get Started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a large bowl mix the flour, brown sugar, baking soda and salt.
  3. Add the butter and mix until the dough is dry and crumbly.
  4. In a medium bowl, mix the buttermilk, egg and orange zest. Then mix into the dry ingredients while on low speed.
  5. Remove dough from the bowl and knead for 2 minutes.
  6. Place dough back into bowl, cover and let rest for 20-30 minutes.
  7. Roll out dough and cut into desired shape, place onto baking sheet lined with parchment paper and brush with egg wash.
  8. Bake 30 minutes or until golden-brown.
  9. Remove from oven and allow to cook slightly, then serve.
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I just took a peek inside the front cover of my Silver Palate Cookbook, and it appears that I bought it back in 1982. That sounds about right.  That would also be the year I started baking this Irish soda bread, one of the many recipes I fell in love with from this beloved classic.

There are a few places in my well-used book that easily open to favorite recipes. You can see evidence of batter-smeared fingers that turned pages, or places where splatters of soup or stock got too close to the action.

Like all quick breads, baking soda and/or baking powder are the leavening agents, rather than yeast. This recipe calls for a teaspoon of baking soda, a full tablespoon of baking powder, and buttermilk – a powerful combination that makes the batter rise immediately as you stir it together.

I’m pretty sure that most of the world eats Irish soda bread piping hot out of the oven, but I like to refrigerate the baked loaf overnight and then toast thin slices. A crisp, buttered piece of Irish soda bread, chock full of currants, goes perfectly with a cup of tea or espresso. This not too sweet bread is equally good alongside a bowl of soup.

Irish soda bread, a well-loved recipe from The Silver Palate Cookbook, by Sheila Lukins and Julee Rosso

Ingredients:

  • 6 tablespoons butter, divided
  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • 1-½ teaspoons salt
  • 1 tablespoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • 1-½ cups dried currants
  • 1-¾ cups buttermilk
  • 2 eggs, well beaten

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Smear 2 tablespoons of the butter evenly in a 10-inch cast-iron skillet. Line the buttered skillet with a circle of waxed paper. Melt 2 more tablespoons of butter and set aside.

Sift dry ingredients together. Add currants to dry ingredients and toss well to coat.

Whisk together the buttermilk, eggs, and 2 tablespoons reserved melted butter. Add to the dry ingredients and mix until just blended. Do not overmix.

Spoon batter into prepared skillet and smooth top. Dot the top with the remaining 2 tablespoons butter.

Bake until golden brown and puffed, about 1 hour. (Mine was done after 55 minutes.) Either serve warm directly from skillet, or let cool completely on a rack, and then wrap carefully and refrigerate overnight. If serving chilled, slice thin and toast.

Traditional Irish Soda Bread (Lughnasadh/Lammas Recipe)

Home made bread has always been a large part of Lughnasadh and with Soda bread being as easy as it is to make, no wonder it is still a very popular bread recipe in both magick and everyday life for almost 200 years.

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This loaf is a bit of a cheat, as in addition to using my rye-based sourdough starter, I have also added some self-raising white flour, making this a soda sourdough hybrid. Together with barley malt extract, coriander and caraway, this turned out to be a winning combination both in terms of the flavour and texture (especially when served with salty Cornish butter). Will definitely explore this further in the future, especially when I’m short of time!

Irish Soda Bread

For @scrawls

This was my great granny’s recipe so I am unsure how authentic the use of porridge oats is for Irish Soda Bread as opposed to Scottish Soda Bread (she was an Austrian Jewess living in Scotland married to an Irishman so who the heck knows) but it sure is tasty and light.

  • 250g plain white flour
  • 250g plain wholemeal flour
  • 100g porridge oats
  • 25g butter chilled butter cut into chunks
  • 500ml buttermilk
  • 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda                            
  • 1 tsp salt


Preheat your oven to 200′c (400′f) and dust your baking tray in plain flour. Mix together all your dry ingredients and then rub in the butter (do not melt, do not beat, rub. This seems to be the missing factor in a lot of American versions of the recipe I have encountered. The reason you rub in butter is to coat the flour not saturate it or cream it. I go into this more in depth in one of my scone tutorials which I hope to have up soon.)

Pour in the buttermilk and quickly mix together with a basic table knife (this helps to cut the fat of the butter and milk and breaks it down to the consistency of melted butter without the goooeyness of melting it, as well as creating air which a spoon would smoosh out.)

Gently bring the dough together with your fingers (no need to knead) and shape it into a flat round load about 8 inches in diameter before putting it onto your baking sheet and scoring the top in a deep X with a sharp knife, which helps the dough to cook through. Dust the top with flour if you’d like.

Bake for about 30 mins until the bread is nicely browned and the bottom sounds hollow to tap. If it’s still not done after this time, flip it over and bake upside down for several more minutes before transferring onto a wire rack. Cover it with a clean cloth and let it cool before serving. If you keep it in an airtight container it should last for several days, and it also freezes nicely to be used as toast at a later date.

For an extra special treat you can add 2 tablespoons of honey in to the mixture for a very sweet bread, which tends to be what we did at Christmas breakfast toast, lovely with jam which I have a nice recipe for here.

anonymous asked:

you are already dating someone else, and during our love potion unit, you get asked to explain what you smell, and of course you’re gonna be smelling things that describe your partner right? uhm, but then why are you explicitly describing me…?

“See ya, love,” Bucky says, giving Dot a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass.

“Don’t be giving that love potion to another girl,” Dot warns, elbowing Bucky’s side.

Bucky groans with exaggerated pain, like the mild elbow to the side actually hurt him. It didn’t. Steve knows that because he knows that Bucky can withstand a lot of pain.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” Bucky says with a grin. “You know you’re it for me,” he adds in a smooth voice, putting a hand on her hip.

Steve rolls his eyes from next to them. Bucky’s his best friend, so being the third wheel is better than being left behind; though, sometimes he wonders about that. “We’re gonna be late,” he says, not because he’s that worried about being late, but he really doesn’t want to stand there as the two of them make out. Again.

“Shit,” Bucky says, disengaging from Dot. “Steve’s right, we gotta go,” he says, dropping Dot and grabbing Steve’s arm. “Thanks for letting me know, bud,” Bucky says with this big, lingering smile that makes Steve forget all about how stupid Bucky acts when he’s dating somebody. It’s like he promised back in second year when he started dating Clara — he’ll always be Steve’s friend first.

Steve smiles back. “Happy to,” he says, a and lets Bucky drag him the rest of the way down the dungeon to Potions class.

They’re there just in time, and Professor Slughorn chuckles at the sight of them. “Barnes, my boy! Glad you made it here on time, I wasn’t so sure, you know, when you spend your time between classes with your lady friend.” Bucky shrugs with a smug smile as Professor Slughorn chuckles to himself. “I understand, you see, I was once a young man like yourself, though it seems hard to believe today. Why don’t you take your seat, then? I think you’ll enjoy today’s lesson, and… Oh, Roger, didn’t see you behind Barnes. You can take your seat, too.”

“It’s Rogers,” Bucky corrects, polite but firm, and Steve can’t help but smile at his friend. “Steve Rogers.”

“Yes, well, that’s fine,” Professor Slughorn says. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“You think he’ll ever learn my name?” Steve asks Bucky as they head to their seats.

“No,” Bucky says, “but you ever considered that may be a good thing? His dinner parties are tedious as hell. You know he sat me by Brock Rumlow last time, of all people? I hate Brock Rumlow, the asshole.”

“I know,” Steve says. “You didn’t shut up about it for about two weeks.”

“It was that bad,” Bucky says, pulling his textbook from his bed.

There’s a lot Steve could be jealous of Bucky about, but Professor Slughorn’s adoration for him isn’t one of them. Slughorn’s kind of a prick, and while Steve would like to be invited to his fancy dinner parties, Bucky will always slip an extra dessert into a napkin to bring back to Gryffindor Tower for Steve. They’ll usually spend the rest of the night huddled in Steve’s bed, gossiping about the people at Slughorn’s party and all the stupid stuff they did during the night.

Honestly, Steve really likes those nights.

“You know what we’re doing today?” Bucky asks, trying to find the page for last night’s homework. Of course, it only takes him a second, because he actually does all of his homework and reading, unlike most everyone in class. Somehow, Bucky is the nerdiest guy he knows, which is unfair given that he’s also the hottest guy he knows, and he somehow manages to make it work.

“Slughorn said it would be a happy surprise last time,” Steve says.

“I’m intrigued,” Bucky says.

“More like aroused,” Steve mutters. Bucky elbows him, and Steve yelps a little. Brock Rumlow glares at them from the other side of the room, and both Steve and Bucky shoot him a big grin, because they’re assholes, then dissolve into giggles.

“Everyone,” Slughorn says at the front of the room. Steve manages to calm himself down, but Bucky keeps giggling like the ass he is. Steve nudges his side, which just makes Bucky giggle more, but since Bucky is the apple of Slughorn’s creepy eye, Slughorn just ignores it. “Today, I’ve got a special surprise for you.” He lifts the lid off of the cauldron at the front of the room with a grin. “Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world.”

There’s a chorus of “oohs” from around the world. Brock says, “Jasper, maybe you’ll finally get a date!” loudly. Jasper swears at Brock under his breath.

“Keep calm, everyone,” Professor Slughorn says with a chuckle. “And no one will actually be giving anyone else any of this. It’s powerful stuff — not to be messed with. Now, can anyone tell me the properties of a properly brewed batch of Amortentia?”

They talk for a little while about the potion and how to brew it. Steve zones out a bit because, honestly, he’s not too great at Potions. He’s only here because Bucky asked him to take the class with him once they got their OWL scores and qualified. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here here.

“That’s right,” Professor Slughorn says. “The potion will smell like whatever it is that attracts a person most. Maybe we should have a demonstration…” He pauses, eyes surveying the room. “Yes, I think Mr. Barnes, one of our resident lovebirds, should be our guinea pig,” he says with a wink.

Someone in the class wolf-whistles. Bucky’s eyes go wide. “I’m alright,” he says.

“Don’t be shy, lad! Come on up and take a whiff.”

“Go on up,” Steve says with a grin. “I always wanted to know what it is that Dot smells like,” he says.

“You suck,” Bucky says as he stands up and heads to the front of the room.

“That’s it,” Professor Slughorn says as Bucky reaches them. “Step forward and take a good long whiff, then tell us what it’s like,” he says.

Bucky nods stiffly, then sticks his head into the pearly fumes of the potion. All at once his posture becomes more  relaxed. “Wow,” he says quietly. “It’s… it’s like the smell of a riverbank, or hot pavement in the summer. It’s black cherry soda and fresh Irish soda bread with raisons. It’s fresh sheets in Gryffindor Tower and…” He trails off, then goes ramrod straight. “That’s it,” he says.

“Very descriptive, Mr. Barnes! And specific. It must be nice to be a young man in love,” he adds, with a chuckle.

“Can I sit?” Bucky asks.

“Of course, my boy!”

Bucky looks up and towards the table, and of course he sees Steve. Steve, who has been staring at Bucky this whole time, practically open-mouthed.

And Bucky runs out of the room.

— —

Because Professor Slughorn is Professor Slughorn, he makes up an excuse for Bucky running out and laughs it off. Brock Rumlow laughs a little less kindly, but Steve barely notices.

All Steve can think of are the smells that Bucky listed:

A riverbank, hot pavement, black cherry soda, Irish soda bread, fresh sheets in Gryffindor Tower.

And Steve thinks of their summers together in Steve’s ma’s apartment, playing on the hot streets and watching the river pass them by before going home to drink black cherry sodas and to eat his ma’s Irish soda bread, an old family recipe. He thinks of all the nights they’ve spent together, sneaking into each other’s beds in Gryffindor Tower and keeping each other awake with comic books or gossip.

Those smells don’t describe Dot at all.

Those smells describe Steve. Those smells describe Steve and Bucky and the life that they’ve lived in each other’s pocket.

— —

Steve finds Bucky after class in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, the curtains drawn. He’s taken off his robes and sits in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, hugging his knees close to his chest. His face is red, and his eyes are bloodshot like he’s been crying.

“I’m sorry,” he says as soon as Steve finds him.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“Making you carry my stuff up here,” Bucky says, surprising Steve.

Steve laughs and dumps Bucky’s bag down on the edge of his bed before climbing in himself. “How’d you know I’d bring it?” Steve asks.

“That’s just who you are,” Bucky says, curling in closer to himself. He’s quiet for a long moment. “I’m sorry,” he says again.

“For what?” Steve asks, quiet.

“You know why,” Bucky says.

“It’s no something to be sorry about,” Steve says.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect when I went up there,” Bucky says. “I thought it’d be generic shit, like the smell of roses or cologne.”

“I thought you did the reading,” Steve says.

Bucky looks up at him and glares. “Professor Slughorn didn’t assign any reading on this potion,” he says, cold.

Steve can’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay!” he says when Bucky keeps glaring at him.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Bucky says.

“It is a kind of shitty way for everyone in class to find out your crush.”

Bucky groans. “Was it so obvious?” he asks.

“That you weren’t talking about Dot, sure, since she’s a Ravenclaw and all.”

“Fuck,” Bucky says. He looks up. “Thanks for being cool about this,” he says, voice cracking. “I just… I didn’t ever expect for you to find out at all, let alone like this.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Can’t say that I expected it, but you’re always surprising me.” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Anyhow, you ran out before I could sniff it. You wanna know what I smelled?” he asks.

“Sure,” Bucky says. “Torture me.”

“Stop being so dramatic. Anyhow, I sniffed it and the only thing I could smell was that terrible body wash your ma sent you the time she went shopping in the Muggle supermarket.”

Bucky looks up. “The Old Spice?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

Steve nods. “Yeah, you used the whole bottle even though it was kind of nasty because you didn’t want her to be sad.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says.

“And that’s like… all I smelled for about twelve solid seconds.”

Bucky swallows. “Are you making fun of me?” he asks, practically croaking.

“No,” Steve says. “It was the Old Spice. Once that stench faded, it was some other things: that old jean jacket that you let me wear sometimes, sugar mice, old musty books. Then, it was just you,” he says.

Bucky looks up. “Are you joking?” he asks.

“I’m serious,” Steve says. “I… I never thought you felt the same way. Never. If I did, I would have let you known a lot sooner.”

“I love you,” Bucky says. “I always have.”

Steve grins. “Me too,” he says. “And I have a few ideas on how we can mess up these clean sheets,” he says.

Steve groans. “You’re the worst. Such a nice moment and you ruined it.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, “we have a lifetime of moments ahead of us.”

Bucky grins. “Yeah,” he says. “We do.”

And then he leans in and gives Steve the first and best kiss of his life.