In Bethesda when you hear a loud knock followed by rapidly departing footsteps, and you open the door to reveal what looks like a brick wrapped in foil and an anonymous looking envelope, you do not phone the Bomb Squad. It’s just the first of the Christmas Bara Briths being delivered by someone who has a lot more drops to make.
Bara Brith is something I would never bake. You’re on a hiding to nothing because everyones’s mother makes the best Bara Brith in the world.
The PArtisan Baker 