As anyone from Waterford will tell you, the blaa is the bread of kings and the king of breads. They’re the jewel in Waterford’s crown.
But over the past few years, I have looked on in horror as non-Waterfordians have claimed that there is no difference between a blaa and a soft floury bap. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I say through gritted teeth.
*punches hole through wall*
We at DailyEdge.ie decided it was time to conduct a taste test, and see if people could tell the difference between a blaa and a floury bap.
After procuring a blaa from an establishment on Aungier Street and a floury bap from Cuisine de France, we asked our colleagues (a) if there was a noticeable difference between the two and (b) if they could guess which one the blaa was.
We cunningly placed the blaa under column ‘A’ (because blaa begins with ‘b,’ you see) and the floury bap under column ‘B’.
Here were people’s thoughts on the blaa.
Something disappointing about it. It wasn’t fluffy enough.
Good chew on it. It’s soft on the inside.
Is this the blaa? Because it’s blah and inferior.
It’s very good.
It tastes processed.
As for the soft bap?
This one is nicer.
Much crumblier, wouldn’t be for me now.
So, are the two one and the same? Every participant bar one conceded that there was a difference in the taste, although a consensus as to which was nicer could not be reached.
But when it came to guessing which was the blaa, 7 people incorrectly identified ‘B’ as the blaa and only 1 person correctly identified the blaa.
Disclaimer: As a Waterfordian, I can confirm that ‘A’ was the closest to what a blaa should taste like although it was far from the best blaa I’ve ever had. It wasn’t fluffy enough and was almost… lifeless.
I wasn’t alone in this assessment.
Speaking to DailyEdge.ie, TheJournal.ie reporter and Waterford native Nicky Ryan said he was “outraged” that such a low-grade blaa was being presented as a true Waterford creation. “Up John Mullane,” he added.
Our conclusion? Blaas and baps are not the same, but decent blaas are hard to come by in Dublin.
Up the Déise.
Written by Amy O’Connor and posted on DailyEdge.ie