Feeling in a virtuous mood, I decide to use up some of the fridge-lurking ingredients that have outstayed their welcome. I spot a quarter jar of sun-dried tomatoes and a lump of Parmesan that saw better days about three weeks ago. Waste not, want not. Having worked up a sweat on a morning run, I want something quick and easy so I opt for a soda bread.

Respecting its Irish origins, my excellent sense of geography tells me that Caraway is a little town not far from Galway, so in go a spoonful of caraway seeds. A delicate dusting of Parmesan resists the urge to melt even after 40 minutes in the oven and I am blessed with an unexpected flurry of interest on the crust. Heavenly.