We tried to order pizza again last night. Bad idea!
There is a pizza place nearby that we often walked to in nicer weather and in better times. In Before Times, they didn’t offer carry out at all, because Neapolitan-style pizza doesn’t translate well to being carried home in a box.
But now they’ve worked out a Pandemic Dough and you can order a pizza from 3 pm until they run out. I called at 3:45 pm yesterday and was too late. One thing I can say for the people of Cleveland Heights during These Unprecedented Times: they be eating pizza.
My box of goodies from Food Ireland is supposed to arrive today. Among the items is a bag of wholemeal flour and I will use this immediately to make brown bread. Brown bread is not for everyone. A lot of people think it tastes exactly like something you’d make when you don’t have any actual food, and if you eat too much of it the effects on your internals can be…surprising, but in my opinion there are not a lot of things better than brown bread still hot from the oven, covered in Irish butter and maybe some orange marmalade. I never had any until the first time I went to Ireland and now it is a powerfully positive association.
After we got married we drove (and drove and drove and drove) from Cork to Wexford to stay in my husband’s uncle’s little house by the sea. We stopped for groceries at a tiny Londis supermarket and I still remember getting the loaf of brown bread from the bakery. Whenever we go over there I like to get my brown bread fix as soon as possible, ideally the morning we arrive, with a great big mug of tea.
I’m sure there are one million different recipes for brown bread (each one the right one), but the one I linked above is the one that comes closest to the best versions I’ve had in Ireland. I can’t wait to make it honestly!!