The Iverk show

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After the bread round  moved incredibly quickly last Saturday. As one car did the bread round, the other stacked lots and lots and lots of bread into a car and headed off to Piltown and the Iverk show. For years, the Iverk show has been a fixture in this family’s diary. We brought massive marrows to the biggest marrow competition only to discover that our marrow was actually quite small.  We brought decorated cup cakes that actually got to second place. We battled in the Scone and brown bread section and only were successful in the novelty breads with our weird and wonderful yeast breads that have since mutated into the ever popular Stromboli. We wondered the show in amazement every year, loved the cattle section, the multitude of stands and the horse riding competitions. One year we even brought our incredibly badly trained dog to the dog show and regularly show our much better behaved chickens in the poultry tend. Competitions were entered and prices were won and a great day was had every year. This year, however, the car was too full with bread to bring the chickens and – thankfully – the dogs. This year we moved from exhibitor and buyer to seller and took up our stall in the food tent. Between Highbank farm and the Inistioge Food company,  we settled very comfortably to chat and sample every one else’ wares. The driver cider went down very well, the Irish craft ale marinade sorted that nights dinner and both come highly recommended. We met all the other bread bakers and saw that we all have our own little niche. We had challenging discussion with old home bakers who came to the stall, saying they never buy bread and tested our knowledge and our skill. When your product is a one day product, there always moments when you panic and see yourself bringing it all home again, but in Iverk we sold steadily over the day and all those people who said they’d be back later actually came back and we sold it all. A great feeling, a great day and lots more new customers to bake for in the coming weeks. What a fantastic show it was again with one of the final perfect summer’s days in the bargain. We will definitely be back next year – maybe with a trailor and the chickens and the dog……… and the marrows and the eggs and a keen eye on every competitions. Watch this space  

The wild Ireland tour

After the bread round these weekends just keeps going. We compress the weekends, fly through the bread run on Saturday, fly even faster through the bake house clean up and head  West in search of the other half of this family. One weekend we headed west to Clare and to Sligo the next. The junior baker and her father ( who should be driving the Waterford bread run on his way to the office) are on the Wild Ireland Tour, touring the entire coastline of Ireland by bike – and support car. Half way in, they have covered over 1500 km of coastline in honour of Ireland’s wildlife and bio diversity and in search of the many people and project that work in every niche and corner of the island on nature conservation, wildlife and biodiversity.  While they move slowly along the coast, we cut across country on an amazingly good network of roads. They are traveling for 10 days from Waterford to Tarbert in Kerry and we cut across in 3 hours to meet up for dinner and lots of chat.  We stay in the hostel in Tarbert, we head across to Clare on the Ferry, meet the Whale and Dolphin group in Kilrush and go out to Slattery island in their rib in incredibly bad conditions. No dolphins but a fantastic centre and a great boat ride. As the tour moves on to Loop head the next day, we head back to Kilkenny for a weeks baking only to meet them again in Strandhill near Sligo the next weekend. Another snap shot of a great trip, another lovely dinner in a seaside restaurant, an evening to celebrate the junior bakers leaving cert with the tail end of the Fla ceoil playing itself out while she tries and rejects her first glass of Guinness. This time we don’t stay the night as time is tight but travel home again through the night.

We stay in touch  with the blogging and vlogging cyclists online but love our real life snapshots of the tour. Ireland is a tiny country and you can get nearly everywhere on a day’s outing. As always, the west seems a different country, the air seems fresher, the light sharper and the sea wilder than down here in the east, the scenery can be more stunning and the people maybe a little bit easier.  As always – we marvel

how easy it is to travel west these days and how we will have to do this more often. Great plans are taking shape to somehow make it to Antrim next weekend and to definitely, most certainly , take more time to travel, even when they are back. What a trip!! do follow them online under www.wildirelandtour and on the girl on tour you tube channelhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-SKjcc22Eomgpul5kR6M7w and remember: Nobody can cycle over 100 km a day for one month, if they don’t eat spelt bread for the rest of the year!!!!! 

Market life

After the bread round, last Thursday, went  to the parade in Kilkenny to join the Speltbakers  stall at the farmers market. Long planned, we were finally there - selling our bread  at the market. Many years ago, when we arrived in Kilkenny, we went to the market every Thursday. The children were then very young and loved the atmosphere on the market. We would buy a basket full of veg, sample more than buy at the  cheese stand and struck  up a friendship with the bakery, who would always give us a few chocolate muffins. Now, the  children are mostly taller than me, we have started our own bakery and work together through the early morning to produce large quantities of bread. So, when there was a vacancy for a bread stall at the market, we jumped at it. Investing in a commercial gazebo makes us feel safe for outdoor trading and thus we ventured out. Last Thursday was a pet day in a long and lovely summer. The sun shone, the other traders were very welcoming and there was a fiesta atmosphere all morning with locals and tourists alike enjoying the varied market stalls. When the food stall across from us, fired up the bbq, we got hungry - as did lots of others and business commenced. Buying and selling and chatting with friends and old and new customers, we were busy and didn't stray far from our stall but could see great veg and fruit, cheese and pies, tea, coffee and hot chocolate. On a Thursday on the parade in Kilkenny you can buy meat, fish. bread and veg for the week, you can eat a gorgeous lunch, a yummy desert or tea break, have a great cup of coffee or buy the most amazing handmade pottery, baskets or iron work - and I'm not at all sure that's all. We met lots of new customers. We sold  baguettes to French tourist, remembered that epaudre is the French word for spelt and went home with bags organic salad and tomatoes and a lovely piece of salmon to enjoy the rest if the day. We will do it all again next Thursday and we kind of know that it won't always be sunny and busy and that we won't always sell so well. But somehow I think the market will still be great when the rain  comes and the cold sets in. There is absolutely no substitute for this kind of shopping. Buying  the fish from the man who bought it off the boats in Dunmore east that morning, the meat off the farmer who raised it in carlow, the veg from the woman who grew them just outside Kilkenny - and the bread off the people who made it that morning -

 that is the way life should be. See you there next Thursday. 

In praise of the early morning

After the bread round listens to early morning radio. First thing in the morning, when I am on my own, I concentrate on getting the dough’s right, on mixing the right amounts and getting the right quantities on the shelf to rise. When that is done and the sodas are in the oven, I sit down with a cup of tea and enjoy my break until the other baker arrives at 5.30 and we get to shaping and baking and chatting. The radio goes on and the day starts with RTE 1 rising time. A compromise with the second baker who would prefer Beat while I might prefer Newstalk. So we listen to a mix of music and news, of paper review and of something called “the living word”. Deep and meaningful and sometimes actually very good, she is totally dismissive, still living in a world where people “should just cop on” and I am wondering why everything with a bit of thought in it has to be read in this incredibly irritating, deep, meaningful and grindingly slow voice. Anyhow, today the topic – I think – was the depression of the early morning. At 4am, the slow vouce said, the world looks at its bleakest, thoughts are dark and the night is threatening. Surely, the voice said, the world is going to end some day at 4am . Now  I like 4 am and it is morning and not night to me. I start at 4 with the first light and the first cock crow in the summer and with a spectacular starry night in winter. I find the world at peace at 4am and have my best thoughts at coffee break at 5.15 am. I think the world is at its bleakest around midnight, after a long day, when a tired head thinks stupid thoughts and picks a fight where none was necessary. Late in the evening when yet another day is ending before the work is done,  is not the time to think or plan. I have learned to park all fears and worries that come to me at night and all decisions are deferred until the next morning when invariably the sun rises again and nothing ever looks as bleak. So cut the early morning some slack, get to bed early, get up at 4am and you’ll find a lovely world out there. Of course, playing with wonderful yeast doughs makes it all the better.