Not Exactly Irish Soda Bread.
But close!
From the archives- but seems an appropriate recipe to share now.
But close!
From the archives- but seems an appropriate recipe to share now.
By the time I attended art school and launched into life on my own I had moved ten times and attended nine different schools in four different states. Not all that unusual, I imagine, for many Americans. And for those of us with immigrant and nomadic ancestry it simply feels natural to do so, to gather up and move in sync with the wheel of the seasons, aligned with winged migrations and the fate of turning stars.
I have always kept a Gypsy heart, even when it wasn't easy. Even when I let her out only in my deepest dreams, inside a brushstroke, or as I stirred a makeshift dough with one of my young sons, improvising ingredients on a budget so small every dollar bill mattered.
Today I made a version of my favorite pre-celiac Soda bread, incorporating two gluten-free grains of the indigenous New World- corn and sorghum- savoring yet another eclectic improvisation that was grainy, tender and without pretense.
So I named it after my gypsy heart.
For all those who are migrating and moving, leaving what they know for an unknown future- my heart and prayers are with you, for safety, shelter, food and connection.
Peace for Ukraine.
Karina xo
