Potato Bread and the Rare Magic of My Father’s Cooking

A humble Irish staple, a rare and treasured ritual, and the taste of memories that linger beyond the kitchen.

I’ve always loved cooking for the people I love. It started with my parents, but extended to friends, family, and neighbours, I love to share the abundance around me. Cooking is my love language, and probably a lot more if the truth of my being is mined. I also love and deeply appreciate when someone cooks for me.

I was raised in a family where both my p…