For some weird reason, I never remember that I really do like Irish Soda Bread. Until I make it. And eat some, warm from the oven, with a smear of butter. And then I wish I made it more often.
But it seems to be one of those holiday things. I pretty much only have roast beef and Yorkshire pudding ON CHRISTMAS. And we just don't go around roasting a turkey unless it's THANKSGIVING. Corned beef is lovely – but I only make it on March 17th, and I got started doing that ONLY because Bill's mom used to make it every St. Patrick's day and I, not being of Irish descent or even Irish-descent-envy, didn't bother. Until one year Bill kind of expressed some nostalgia for it, and so I've made it ever since. And then corned beef hash with the leftovers on the weekend that follows.