Orion's Belt
I took the DART out to Howth this afternoon to stroll around the food market. Of the many stalls at the market, the first I stopped at belonged to a bakery from Northern Ireland.
As I was looking over the variety of loaves on sale, the girl behind the stall held out a plate and offered me a sample of a tasty looking wholemeal loaf, spread with a thick layer of butter.
"This is 'Orion's Belt' bread," she said, in a strong Northern accent. "It's yeast and gluten free."
"Orion's Belt?" I thought. "That's a bit of a strange name for bread."
I stood there, chewing over the bread and the name, wondering what it was about Orion's Belt that might lend itself to having a loaf named after it. Had the top of the loaf perhaps been sliced or studded three time to represent the three stars? Nothing immediately sprang to mind, so I just put it down to somebody pretentious or artistic in the bakery trying to come up with novel ways of marketing their goods.
Thanking the girl, I turned to walk away to browse the other stalls at the market. As I was departing, the girl started offering a taste of the strangely-named bread to some new people who had arrived at her stall.
"Would you like to try a sample?" she asked them, holding out the plate. "This is our rye and spelt bread."
Dough!
As I was looking over the variety of loaves on sale, the girl behind the stall held out a plate and offered me a sample of a tasty looking wholemeal loaf, spread with a thick layer of butter.
"This is 'Orion's Belt' bread," she said, in a strong Northern accent. "It's yeast and gluten free."
"Orion's Belt?" I thought. "That's a bit of a strange name for bread."
I stood there, chewing over the bread and the name, wondering what it was about Orion's Belt that might lend itself to having a loaf named after it. Had the top of the loaf perhaps been sliced or studded three time to represent the three stars? Nothing immediately sprang to mind, so I just put it down to somebody pretentious or artistic in the bakery trying to come up with novel ways of marketing their goods.
Thanking the girl, I turned to walk away to browse the other stalls at the market. As I was departing, the girl started offering a taste of the strangely-named bread to some new people who had arrived at her stall.
"Would you like to try a sample?" she asked them, holding out the plate. "This is our rye and spelt bread."
Dough!