This wonderful thing is a turnover loaf.
My friend Joyce read my blog post on not being able to find a picture of one online and about remembering what it was like to eat this bread as a kid. She then trundled into Meath Street, in Dublin, where she bought me a loaf. (She also mentioned gurcake, but that is an entirely different story).
You may use your imagination as to what kind of evening I am about to have, but rest assured it will include bread, butter, and a fruit preserve of my choice.
As there are no photos of turnovers to be had on the Internet, please feel free to use this one in all your bread photo albums.
You don't have bread photo albums?