When the boss gently hints that you should do something, it’s prudent to pay attention. Fortunately, the gentle hint I recently received was regarding sharing a recipe for Irish food, so I’m all in. I reviewed the usual suspects: soda bread, colcannon, Irish stew, Guinness brownies. They all sounded good, but what caught my attention was a recipe for something called barmbrack, which is a word that’s so much fun to say, I figured the barmbrack itself must be just as fun to eat.
Barmbrack is a raisin-studded yeasted sweet bread, but since I do not have the luck of the Irish when it comes to yeasted breads, I took my inspiration from a recipe at bakeitwithlove.com made with self-rising flour. In addition to raisins, it called for dried cherries and dried orange peel, which sounded splendid — or iontach, if you’d prefer a snappy Gaelic adjective.
I should point out that “barmbrack” isn’t entirely accurate, as I learned while reading the yeasted barmbrack recipe at irishamericanmom.com. Barm is the froth from the top of fermenting beer, mixed with a bit of flour and added, like a sourdough starter, to some Irish breads. Brack (or breac) is another charming Irish word that means “speckled.” In Gaelic, this bread is called báirín breac, báirín meaning “bread” or “loaf.” Sometimes barmbrack is also called (and I like this best of all) “freckle bread.” However, there isn’t any barm in this recipe. Instead, it calls for tea-soaked fruit, so technically, it’s a tea brack. But barmbrack sounds like it’s something that was made in a stone cottage on a green hillside with a picket fence and nasturtiums and possibly fairies in the garden, whereas tea brack sounds like a tub full of dishwater. So barmbrack it is.
Barmbrack or tea brack is often made at Halloween (which has its origins in the Celtic harvest celebration Samhain). Little trinkets were baked into the bread and said to foretell the fortunes of those who found them. A ring meant marriage, a coin meant wealth and a thimble meant spinsterhood. On New Year’s Eve, bits of barmbrack are thrown from the back doors of Irish homes to ward off poverty. My barmbrack doesn’t have anything hidden in it except a tablespoon of whiskey, which is lucky enough for me.