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[https://www.177milkstreet.com/stories/03-2024-the-unexpected-soda-bread-im-making-for-st-paddys by Priyanka Shahane MILK STREET] | [https://www.177milkstreet.com/stories/03-2024-the-unexpected-soda-bread-im-making-for-st-paddys by Priyanka Shahane MILK STREET] | ||
I certainly like soda bread—every year, my friend Sean bakes a loaf from a handwritten family recipe for St. Patrick’s Day, and I eat (more than) my fair share of it. But caraway, the assertive, licorice-y seed that’s central to many traditional recipes, isn’t for everyone. It feels a little medieval, and with good reason—the caraway seed proliferated in Europe as a tool of the Roman empire and became a mainstay in several cuisines. | I certainly like soda bread—every year, my friend Sean bakes a loaf from a handwritten family recipe for St. Patrick’s Day, and I eat (more than) my fair share of it. But caraway, the assertive, licorice-y seed that’s central to many traditional recipes, isn’t for everyone. It feels a little medieval, and with good reason—the caraway seed proliferated in Europe as a tool of the Roman empire and became a mainstay in several cuisines. | ||
=====Forget Everything You Think You Know About Banana Bread===== | |||
[https://www.177milkstreet.com/stories/forget-everything-you-think-you-know-about-banana-bread by MILK STREET] | |||
It’s a church scene that would be at home in the American South, the dynamic pastor extolling, shouting and singing the virtues of God’s guidance. The crowd rising to its feet from the pews, arms raised and waving, hands clapping, choruses of Hallelujah! reverberating. Music washes rhythm over joyous faces, the women dancing and praising, their iridescent dresses shining. | |||
“This week will be a week to remember! Bring Jesus in, and nothing evil will harm you,” Bishop Clarence Paye shouts soulfully into a microphone from a gold and glass lectern on an elaborate padded green altar. Men, women and children, drenched with sun from towering windows, find it impossible to remain still. “There is a place in life for you!” | |||
