The now referred to "Dutch Oven" in yesteryear here in County Clare Ireland was called a "Bastible Oven" pronunced "Bastivel" oven. My grandmother used one regularly on a turf (peat) fire. As a young lad I would be sent out to collect what my grandmother referred to as "Buran" which was dried dung (dried cow, horse etc s***e, it was used so as to spare the turf (peat). The bread baked in the bastible was far superior to shop bought bread or bread baked in a conventional oven --- con >
The oven was quite old, my grandmother was born in the late 1800’s (1868). I have fond memories of her in her shawl thrown over her shoulders humming “Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory” as she worked the dough. Since my grandmother passed away in 1964 I have not tasted bread like it since. She took the recipe with her.
G'day,
The now referred to "Dutch Oven" in yesteryear here in County Clare Ireland was called a "Bastible Oven" pronunced "Bastivel" oven. My grandmother used one regularly on a turf (peat) fire. As a young lad I would be sent out to collect what my grandmother referred to as "Buran" which was dried dung (dried cow, horse etc s***e, it was used so as to spare the turf (peat). The bread baked in the bastible was far superior to shop bought bread or bread baked in a conventional oven --- con >
goinghomesomeday1 1 year ago
The oven was quite old, my grandmother was born in the late 1800’s (1868). I have fond memories of her in her shawl thrown over her shoulders humming “Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory” as she worked the dough. Since my grandmother passed away in 1964 I have not tasted bread like it since. She took the recipe with her.
God rest you Nana.
goinghomesomeday1 1 year ago