Apology to the normal morning person

After the bread round a few weeks ago, life got incredibly busy and we discovered that small things can throw our week out of kilter completely. First there was a drving test afternoon, then a brilliant open day in Kells Wholemeal in Bennettsbridge with a lovely lunch and lots and lots of new ideas. Then the open days started and for two nights the youngest baker had to check out secondary schools. Interesting, fun and good to do but they do eat into the night on the wrong side. By Friday morning, I had done three nights of under 5 hours each and my eyes hurt purely because they had not been closed long enough. Friday mornings – the day after the market in Kilkenny – are normally easy. Just the bread round, no apple pies and normally an easy stroll though a mornings routine. The junior baker, who does prep on Thursday evening after the market, normally gets the morning off because I can easily swing the show on my own. As I keep boasting – I am fast. On this Friday however, I was so slow, I was nearly in reverse as I struggled from dough to dough and was nearly overtaken by the rise of the yeast. The morning escalated into panic as I  dropped a new bulk bag of Butter milk on the floor and created a milk lake. Not only did the junior baker have to appear to save the day but the other - school going junior baker had to be pulled from his bed early as well to make sure we actually got out of the door in time. Pathetic start to a day as they both reasured me that I was not actually ill but just tired. Most people, they said, feel and act like this every morning and could I maybe in future show some sympathy with the normal morning person. Well, if that is true, if you non morning people, feel this terrible every morning, than I am sorry for talking before 7, sorry for trying to make plans before 7, for dealing with family logistics at breakfast and for even suggesting that you might like to pull yourselves together. I think non morning people should have a free morning pass because whatever they do in the mornings can not possibly be of any value to their employer. What a miserable life a non morning person leads in the morning. After the bread round will endeavour to be nicer to the others and never, ever again get so tired that a mornings work and an accidental buttermilk lake presents such a challenge. As another week starts, we plan and scheme how we can fit a working day into reasonable hours, have time for family and still have a night of longer than 5 hours. There are after all still things to be harvested out there. 

Gathering free food

 After the bread round, I try to take the dogs out for a walk most days. These days it is no great hardship as the sun persists in pretending it’s still summer and wonderful clear mornings have given way to sunny days by the time we get to go out. These days, walks are even better as the blackberries are beginning to ripen and it is proving to be a bumper year for fruit. Even the ancient wild damsons at the back of an old hays shed field are ladden down with fruit and free food is everywhere.  Last Sunday we had Blackberry pancakes and Blackberry lemonade and this week we are planning on damson cake, damson pudding and lots and lots and lots of damsons pickled in red wine and red wine vinegar – a secret family recipe that is spectacular. And then there is the elder trees turning to fruit and the crab apples and rosehips looking to be turned into jelly and juice. All free and all available in a hedgerow near you any time over the next month. Busy we may be, but nobody is too busy to pick fruit when the sun is shining. The hunter gatherer in me is still strong enough to enjoy this picking, especially away from the roads when the environmentalist can’t grumble too much about heavy metal residue. And the hunter gatherer also likes bottles and jars and freezers ( new age hunter gatherer here)  filled with products for the winter. This abundance of food compensates us for the loss of day light hours and lower temperatures. The cooking and preserving reminds us of long winters where the fruit will be welcome and distracts us from the Santa ads on the radio which seem to be earlier than ever and make me want to boycott the whole Christmas thing. Looking forward to the harvest festivals – we block out the other one and run with the free food, foraging and cooking over commerce, and spending and artifical magic. 

Buying and selling

After the bread round  - when we settle down to a day’s selling at some market, we first set up  our stall and look for customers and then we change tack and, turning into a customer, we start to shop at our neighbours and other stall holders while at the same time, they sidle around to ask to hold a baguette or a loaf and some Stromboli. On a Thursday in Kilkenny, Speltbakers stall is flanked by Coolanowl Organic Meat on one side and Hartley's Sea Foods on the other. Choice can be a hard thing and  so we alternate and eat meat one Thursday and fish the next. We indulge in the finest of steak or beautiful sausages or a great cut of salmon, tuna or haddock combined with Pat Hartley’s own tartar sauce. Then we wonder on to buy our veg and get a tea or a hot chocolate. We enviously look at the queue of the tourists as they wait patiently for the crepes or the delights of the Bula Bus, a great mobile restaurant. At other markets or fairs, we meet other small producers and sample their wares, see how we can combine our product, can we maybe supply bread to their sausages or baps to their burgers? We chat and exchange views and ideas, we learn from more experienced traders and help out or ask for help when we or them need to leave the  for a while. We plan the Christmas season in the beautiful weather of early autumn and we envy – kind of – all those intrepid souls that traded at the electric picnic last weekend. We listen to the feed back, the tiredness, the sore legs but also  the energy  that comes from being part of such a brilliant weekend and we scheme and plan again.  It is great to be part of the trading community, of those who produce artisan food and crafts and this community is a fantastic and invaluable resource – not only for the advice and help but also for the delicious food. Maybe, just maybe, we will try the electric picnic next year, build  ourselves a funky stall and sell hundreds of Stromboli. We reckon the Stromboli would sell but would I be able to stand the loud music – me who turns off the radio when I come into the bake house?? 

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.