Whenever I go to Ireland, I buy a mug or two from my favorite pottery lines. This one is by Nicholas Mosse, a half-mug size which I prefer.
My sister-in-law Lorna got me a loaf of brown bread fresh from the bakery -- we had to let it cool before packaging -- to take home, and I got two more loaves at the airport which I threw into the freezer and am enjoying slice by slice.
This is what I would eat in the middle of the night in Ireland, when my stomach, which was still in Toronto, needed food... There is nothing on earth like Irish bread.