Every time someone is coming from Ireland we ask them to bring us back some brown bread.  We instantly throw it in the freezer and slowly savor it.  Last time someone came, he brought me flour so I could make my own Irish Brown Bread.  Seeing these bags of flour on my counter gives me the same feeling as looking at a baby bunny or sweet little baby finger nails.  brownbreadI don’t know why.  I’m strange I guess.  But then you already knew that.  But what makes it even greater is the patch job that our friend did because the bag ripped –

brownbread2 Does that not kill you?!  No?  Really?!  Ah well.  I think it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen….

Here’s my first loaf of THE brown bread.

Brown Bread

It was absolutely delicious and we gobbled it up.  I’m so happy that I can now make it!  There is something so cool about making something that you know has been made and sustaining people for centuries.  Love it.

While we are on the topic of Ireland.  Our good friend from when we lived in Ireland wrote a song for a competition for the Irish Times for a new national anthem and won!  We are so proud him!  The song is quite catchy.  We’ve listened to it quite a bit in our house this week –

Here’s a photo of Kalle taken when we lived in Ireland during our many “sessions”.

Kalle Come on Ireland!