Sweet Irish Soda Bread With Caraway Seeds & Raisins (a.k.a. Spotted Dick)
I might once have described my memory as "an iron-clad lockbox" but taking care of a toddler has turned my brain into a swamp. So it was hardly surprising that I was out and about for several hours last Thursday before it dawned on me that it was St. Patrick's Day. I had vaguely registered that a lot of people seemed to be wearing green but I didn't think much of it. It was only after I noticed that grinning leprechauns were leering at me from behind random corners that I finally put it together that it must be St. Patrick's Day.