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I have my soda bread in the oven. Very very nervous about it - I couldn't get the dough to dry out. I probably added another quarter cup of flour in small increments trying to get it to stop being so moist.

If it doesn't turn out, my face will permanently be like D-: tomorrow.

Rumor has it that there are various bakeries around the city that may or may not have soda bread. I might drop by one tomorrow just for comparison - the only soda bread I've ever had is my mom's recipe. When I was in Northern Ireland a few summers back I made a point of finding a bakery and buying soda bread...but what they call soda bread is apparently what we call flatbread, wtf? (I've seen pictures of the soda bread available around here and it looks much more like the loaf I'm used to - raisins and all - than the tasteless flat atrocity I was subjected to overseas)

Oh, and in non-Irish cooking news, I made AMAZING potatoes tonight. Which are kind of Irish, I suppose, except the recipe is by a Dutch woman. Potato and Corn Mash. It's totally the grown up version of how my parents got me to eat corn-off-the-cob as a kid. I made that, my amazing awesome broccoli (thank you Queer Eye for the Straight Guy cookbook) and some porkchops for dinner. I was so enthralled by the potatoes and the broccoli that I didn't touch the meat. Incidentally, that's the second meal I've had in three days that has consisted of potatoes and broccoli.