Let’s put it this way – “Bahlúa Bread” is far snappier than what I might otherwise have long-windedly referred to as: “Banana Bread With Rum And Walnuts But This Time Without The Rum And Walnuts And With Kahlúa And Macadamias Instead“. Bit of a mouthful. A tasty mouthful, to be sure, but I’m betting that you’d prefer a mouthful of cake, and not quite such a mouthful of words!
Ripe for the baking
As I boarded my
bus chariot for the evening, I realised that I might have come slightly underprepared on the food supplies front. The journey ahead would normally take an hour and a half or less, but the weather and traffic were abysmal. My chariot driver told me that the same journey the day before have taken him a ghastly 7 and a half hours. Testament to the fact that we Irish cannot handle snow at all. Anything more than a brief flurry and the country grinds to a halt.
Perhaps I should have taken one of these?