The Blarney Crone’s blood relatives are a mixed bunch. Her nearest and dearest–a father, a sister and a brother–aren’t much for close personal contact, preferring to limit themselves (in order of seniority) to the (admittedly welcome) biannual check, the modest parcel some weeks after Christmas (BTW, Anne, no sign of it yet) and the two-line email once in a blue moon. Phone calls are rarely, if ever, initiated and conversational inquiry is usually quashed by “nothing unusual at this end, dear” or a sibling’s “nothing very strange or startling.” These phrases are to phonecalls as fire blankets are to flames. In short, the Crone has pretty much given up on her family’s news sense, and on Alexander Graham Bell’s invention. At this point, enter the extended family, a diaspora that shares the Crone’s desperation for information: far flung Aunts and Uncles who do their bit to keep the sharing spark alive. Witness The Dot That Echoed Round The World: mere moments after her wheaten bread recipe was first featured on this weblog she was adding to the sum of family knowledge, emailing the Crone to supply Gran’s original recipe for the same Irish bread, and adding a few tips of her own to boot. The recipe is included below and, much she loved her Gran, the Crone feels obliged to warn that, in her view, the unamended version is not as good as Auntie Dot’s, being more dense and chewy–you, of course, may think differently.