In the eyes of an Irish man

Ahoy Foodies!

Let me start out this missive by saying that I am not a fan of navel-gazing. You don’t read this blog to get a sense of the size, shape and relative lint of the author’s navel. You’re here because you like/love food. Me too.

That said, I’d like to tell you that I am dedicating this post to my father, who died on December 17th. I am inexpressibly sad to have lost him. I promise I won’t bum you out, though. There’s a recipe and a joke tied to this post. If there’s one thing I learned from my dad it’s “start with a joke, end with a joke.”

In fact, my dad’s greatest attribute was his ability to tell a story and make people laugh. He was a raconteur at the dinner table, at his pub, and on his travels around the globe. The following story was one my father’s most recent favorites. On our trip to Ireland this summer, he shared it with bartenders, doctors, shepherds, bell hops, and anybody else in the Emerald Isle who would lend him an ear. Many people did, and they were glad for it.

Murphy the Sweet Tooth
~as told by Tom Manning

Picture a humble farmhouse. In the bedroom lies Murphy the cobbler on his death bed. Father O’Malley has given the good man his last rites and the room is quiet as he slips in and out of consciousness. Then, a wonderful aroma of cinnamon and sugar wafts up beneath Murphy’s nostrils and enlivens him. The smell of Mrs. Murphy’s scones baking is so tempting, it makes the dying man sit upright in bed.

With all of his remaining strength, Murphy pulls himself across the house into the kitchen and there, piled high on the table are mounds and mounds of perfect golden brown scones, hot out of the oven. Murphy inhales deeply, a beatific smile spreads across his face. With his last ounce of strength he approaches the table and with a shaking hand reaches for one of the scones…

‘WHAP!’, a wooden spoon comes down hard across his hand.

“Fuck off! Those are for the funeral!” shouts Mrs. Murphy.

Irish Scones
Makes 6 to 8 scones

1/4 cup currants
2 tablespoons Irish whisky or brandy
10 ounces all purpose flour (about 2 cups plus 1 tablespoon)

2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1/4 cup toasted hazelnuts, peeled and roughly chopped
1 large egg
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 tablespoon milk
3 tablespoons coarse (demerara) sugar

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Combine the currants and booze in a small bowl and allow the fruit to plump for 30 minutes. Discard (or drink) the booze, pat the currants dry with a paper towel, and set them aside.

Put the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and sugar in the bowl of a food processor. Pulse to combine. Add the butter and pulse on and off to the refrain of “Jingle Bells” (jjjingle-bells-jjjingle-bells-jjjingle-all-the-waaaayyyyy), so that the butter is in small bits no larger than a brown lentil.

Transfer the flour-butter mixture to a large bowl and fold in the nuts and plumped currants. Whisk the egg into the buttermilk and add all but a few tablespoons of the wet mixture to the flour-butter mixture. Stir until the dough with a rubber spatula until it just comes together, adding more of the buttermilk mixture if the dough is too dry to come together. Turn the dough out onto a very lightly floured surface and knead until the dough is just smooth, a few turns should be enough.

Pat the dough into a 1-inch thick disc and brush it with the milk. Sprinkle the sugar over the top and cut the disc into 6 or 8-equal sized wedges with a chef’s knife. Transfer the scones to a baking sheet and bake until the edges are golden brown, 15-20 minutes.

Rest in peace, Papa. I’m sure you’ve got them rolling with laughter in that big pub in the sky. You are missed down here.

7 Responses to In the eyes of an Irish man

  1. Rainy Daisy January 4, 2010 at 8:08 PM #

    hee hee hee! I LOVE this! So very Irish…

    And I will totally try this recipe. Consider it bookmarked.

  2. Alf January 5, 2010 at 8:06 PM #

    I’m so sorry. My favorite post of yours is the one where your dad had been concerned about a solemn-looking Irishman in a pub.

  3. Ivy January 5, 2010 at 9:14 PM #

    Thanks, Alf-

    I’m glad you liked that one. In the future I will write more like it with travels and experiences from Ireland and other places. Thanks for your support!

  4. kimc January 7, 2010 at 3:58 AM #

    I’m behind in my reading, Ivy. But I guess it’s never to late to say I’m so very sorry — and to say thanks for this great story. I can see your pop had a wicked sense of humor!

  5. Ivy January 7, 2010 at 5:38 PM #

    Thanks for commenting, kim!
    He was a very funny guy, you would have loved him.

  6. mangocheeks January 11, 2010 at 8:21 PM #

    I’m sorry to learn about your father. But its warming that his memories and good humour will live on. Thank you for sharing the smiles. I love this recipe too, so will also be bookmarking it.

  7. Ivy January 11, 2010 at 11:34 PM #

    Thanks, Miss Cheeks. I am glad I can share some of his childlike mirth with the rest of the world.

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