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The time of year has arrived when the wind and rain batters us, darkness is there when we leave and come back to our homes, the cold is almost overpowering, and the motivation to go outside is approaching zero. However, Fat Freddy's restaurant has come up with the perfect temptation to pry us from the warm comforts of inside — Fat Freddy's baked potato.

Week II

The smell of freshly baked bread wafting from a bakery is one of the most universally liked aromas. It is especially nostalgic for me, as when I was about 14 years old I worked for two summers in Toohey’s bakery in Loughrea. As it was located at the bottom of our garden I had always loved the smell when I called in on the way home from school. John Toohey was a gentleman and while I was expected to do my bit in about 100 degrees heat I was well looked after. One of the ovens was a coal/coke fired monstrosity with a huge sliding heavy metal tray that cooked 144 loaves at a time. When it was pulled out all the bread had to be taken off by hand, and I quickly developed hands that could tolerate hot tins and bread. And of course that smell, fantastic, and many a time we would pull open a hot loaf and lash on the fresh butter.