Irish Soda Bread
As I sometimes use this blog as my own personal journal whereby I can later find historical items from my past, please indulge me to post the family recipe for Irish Soda Bread. Thank you to my sister Kathleen for forwarding as it uses sour cream instead of buttermilk and is not as dry as traditional Irish Soda Bread.
Here 'tis:
Irish Soda Bread
4 cups flour
2 cups sugar
1 stick of butter
1 tsp baking soda
2 eggs
1 ½ cup raisins (Golden & Dark)
16 oz sour cream
Melt butter, mix with eggs & sour cream
Combine sugar, flour, baking soda
Mix all together – add raisins
Bake @ 350 degrees for about 1 hour in 2 (8x4) loaf pans
And for those of you who like to be traditional:
Irish Soda Bread - Traditional
In a large bowl, mix the following dry ingredients with a wire whisk
• ¼ cup sugar
• 3 cups flour
• 3 teaspoon baking powder
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1 teaspoon salt
Add raisins 1 ½ cup (dark and golden) you may add more if you like extra raisins. Incorporate the raisins with your hand, separating them so they are dispersed in the flour/dry ingredients.
In a medium bowl mix the following ingredients
• 2 well beaten eggs
• 1 ¾ cups buttermilk
• 2 tablespoons melted butter
Pour the buttermilk, eggs & butter into the larger bowl of flour & raisins. Mix with a spoon until the flour is all incorporated.
Place in a greased loaf pan, 350 degree oven for approximately 1 hour, check with toothpick (if it comes out clean the bread is done) up to 1 hour 10 minutes.
3 comments:
Thanks for this recipe! I had lost the one my friend Fast Eddie O'Conner had given me about 30 years ago and I needed another true traditional one.
And now for you an old Chicago Irish pub anecdote on this St. Patrick's Day -
My Two Brothers
An Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, "what'll you have?"
The man says, "Give me three pints of Guinness please."
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. He then orders three more.
The bartender says, "Sir, I know you like them cold. You don't have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I'll bring you a fresh cold one."
The man says, "You don't understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we'd still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we're drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition.
Every week the man came in and ordered three beers.
Then one week he came in and ordered only two.
He drank them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, "I know what your tradition is, and I'd just like to say that I'm sorry that one of your brothers died."
The man said, "Oh, me brothers are fine----I just quit drinking."
Cute, Gary! However, I recently heard a joke that will top that -
"Gary Ray Betz walked out of a bar."
Dunwoody resident Nancy couldn't find this recipe that I posted and that she loved, so I am sending it out to her. Enjoy.
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