A slow news day once upon a time



A slow news day once upon a time



by rightenough

6 comments
  1. Ironically it probably wasn’t a slow news day, bombs likely going off left and right. This was the kind of resolutely non-sectarianly aligned pablum they stuck on the end of the news to try to supposedly cheer us up after half an hour of intensely sad faced reporting about gunmen. LOOK BUT WE ALL LIKE SODA BREAD, why can’t we just get along?

    I wish I could send a message to the past to reassure those poor people like some kind of John Titor of unhealthy food choices.

    “PEOPLE OF NORN IRON. I AM FROM 2024. DO NOT WORRY! SODA BREAD STILL EXISTS.”
    “p.s. the troubles are over”

  2. Soda and potato bread didn’t go missing but I’m worried about the Belfast bap. Can’t find one for love nor money in Lisburn rd

  3. I’m not sure why they were worried about soda farls disappearing. It’s not hard to make them. Hardest thing is getting them to stand up leaning against each other, to brown the sides, without a proper griddle with a handle, but it’s doable.

    I make some every St Patrick’s day, hot off the griddle (actually cast iron pan) and some butter and Dubliner cheese – the farls from my side of the border, the cheese from my wife’s.

  4. If there ever going to be a united Ireland, the southerners need to adopt the soda and tatty bread to their fry. Free state Fry’s are weak af

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