Imbolc is one of those festivals that doesn’t ask for perfection, but it does ask for a good colcannon recipe. It asks for warmth, honesty, and food that actually fills you up. Historically, this makes sense. Imbolc lands in early February, when winter has loosened its grip just enough to remind you that spring is…
Imbolc and food like this seed break recipe have never been about abundance, it’s about return and Imbolc’s seed bread is a powerful symbol of that. I,0 however, still tend to treat it like a feast, because I can. Milk comes back. Butter comes back. Grain matters again. Food at Imbolc has always been warm,…
Imbolc: Fire, food, and the “we’re not dead yet” part of winter. Imbolc always hits me like that first honest stretch after a long slump. It’s not spring. Not even close. Instead, winter loosens its grip just enough to remind you that you’re a living creature with plans. Strange, but it conjures the scene of…
