Today I am making corned beef dinner in honor of St Patrick’s Day. I’m a day late, as I’m not the most organized person, but it’s the perfect Saturday meal.
I was reading the local newspaper this afternoon, and came across a recipe for Irish Stout Bread. I thought this would go perfectly with my Irish themed supper. I was pleasantly surprised to find the author is a native Cape Bretoner, living and working in Ireland. I am from Nova Scotia, and have visited Cape Breton many times. And Ireland happens to be on my travel wish list……..another day, another post I’m sure.
As I was preparing to make the bread, I pulled out my loaf pans, and I realized I am still using the loaf pan my mother gave to me when I was first living on my own. It was probably one of her pans, from our camping stash. And that led me to thinking about helping my daughters furnish their first apartments …… less than two months from now! Both of my girls are in university dorms right now. When they left, I knit them each an afghan for their bed, maybe I can pass on something from the kitchen that will remind them of home.
My family is used to me trying new recipes………the corn beefed dinner is something I ate growing up, but have never cooked myself. Since I don’t consider myself a great cook, I had not thought I would blog about food. But food has such memory provoking smells and brings us back to our roots and childhood homes. So I thought it would be a fitting topic.
My brown sugar container is also my mothers. I still remember it on the kitchen counter in my childhood home A few years ago, as I was organizing my pantry, I came across it in the basement. I decided it would make a perfect pantry storage canister. I don’t bake often, but every time I pull it out, I am reminded of home.The bread is out of the oven, and the smell of the corn beef dinner is familiar. I hope my husband is not late arriving home…..it’s making me hungry!