A rich and silky Irish casserole studded with irresistibly chewy barley
When I was growing up, the crack of a can of Guinness and the subsequent foamy, white moustache sported by my dad marked the end of the working week, when he temporarily laid his suit to rest. Even now, two tins of the stuff are waiting on the kitchen table for my husband, Hugh, and me when we drive from London to Lincolnshire on a Friday night to see my parents. In this recipe, its velvet, ferrous tang is softened somewhat as it lends its savoury richness to a pearl barley stew that, to me, is every bit as comforting as a trip down memory lane.
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