Without being conscious of it, I staged this picture around the light of my (Irish) grandmother's lamp. I was dreaming of enjoying a slice from the corner of some pub in Ireland--warmly lit and quaint. I halved the amount of sugar in the batter and it was still an unexpectedly lovely vehicle for Guinness and cream cheese.
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