William Butler Yeats has been famously attributed the observation, “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” When my wife reads this she’ll suspect I was the subject. However, it is a funny observation and Ireland is known also for humorists. Maybe the Irish sense of humor is my silver lining then? No. That was washed away by the other parts, chiefly Scandinavian. It’s a curious combination of blood that has mostly yielded a personality prone to overthinking things.
On that note, did you know that almost every culture has a form of flat bread? The Irish one is called farl.
Forever obedient to fads, I found farl out and began piling toppings on it. I settled on blue cheese (done well by the Irish, I think), sugared shallots, fried sage, and bacon. My dough was made with a mashed potato. Here is a picture, some babble, and no recipe… if there’s one imperative my people passed down to me, it is to be difficult, always difficult.