This morning I rose at 6.30, decided it was too early, went back to bed and eventually emerged at 7.30. I then squandered my early start by going through an auction catalogue online. Then I trotted off for my secret mission. I planned to wake Julia by wafting the scent of freshly baked bread through the house. In fact, the clinking of kitchen implements woke her early and she pottered down to see if the er was any tea going. This burst the bubble of my planned surprised and slightly soured the the tone when she realised there was no tea.
Imagine a grumpy bear, roused from hibernation early, and wanting tea. It is, admit, a slightly confused metaphor. But it is an accurate description of the atmosphere in the kitchen – double disappointment with just a hint of fury.
So I made tea and we had cereal. The bread baked. It was only soda bread, because I haven’t actually baked for something like nine years. There was a programme on TV last night, where soda bread was cooked, and my ambition was rekindled.
For lunch we had bread and cheese and pickles and then Julia went to work in the cafe.
The recipe actually stipulated half white and half wholemeal flour but I used cheap plain white flour, because that was what we had. I also squeezed lemon juice into milk to produce a substitute for buttermilk. I would have used yoghurt and milk, but we have had all the yoghurt this week. Apart from that and reducing the salt I didn’t alter the recipe at all. In other words, the only thing that followed the recipe was the half spoonful of bicarb. Amazingly, it was one of my better attempts, as I’ve never quite got the hang of soda bread.
There were a few problems along the way. I added 90% of the milk and it wasn’t enough so I tipped the erst in and produced a very wet and sticky dough which stuck to my fingers. I used to be able to produce dough with a light touch and rarely get it stuck to me, but I have lost the knack. It must have looked like a kid trying to bake, apart from the lack of joy. I hate it when it sticks. Eventually, after shaking more flour in, and getting doughy fingerprints on the flour bag, I ended up with quite a wet dough, but was able to manage it, even though the cross in the top wasn’t very distinct. I hope the fairies were able to get out despite this poor attempt.
It tool longer to bake than suggested and, I confess, was a bit dense towards the bottom. Apart from that it wasn’t too bad and it went well with cheese and pickles. I have now ordered buttermilk with next week’s groceries and will be baking again next week. Soda bread is good because it is quick and simple, but above all, it doesn’t hurt my fingers. A loaf taking a lot of of kneading is still beyond me, though if I get the bug again I may buy a food mixer to do he hard work.
Compared to the excitement of baking, nothing much happened for the rest for the day. Next week I am going to try cheese and onion soda bread.



















