I grew up Catholic, and back in the day, it was considered a “no-no” to eat before Mass. So you’d get up, wash and brush and find your church shoes and load up in the car. Sometime between the homily and communion, your stomach would start growling. During the last hymn, you’d be fidgeting in the pew, aching to get out. Then you’d pack back …
Traditional Dublin Coddle Recipe
