I told him of that Sunday evening in Ross when I went home to my dinner, and my mother had no dinner for me; I told him how I had one penny piece in my pocket; I told him how I went out and bought for it a penny bun, and how I stole to the back of the house and thievishly ate that penny bun without sharing it with my mother and my sister and my brothers. I am proud of my life, one way or another; but that penny bun is a thorn in my side; a thorn in the pride of my life; it was only four ouces of bread -- for bread was four pense (eight cents) a pound at the time -- but if I ever feel any pride in myself, that little loaf comes before me to humble me (2015, Enda Delaney, Breandán Mac Suibhne, Ireland’s Great Famine and Popular Politics)

The penny bun can be found in many regions and in a variety of woodland (2013, Pelle Holmberg, Hans Marklund, The Pocket Guide to Wild Mushrooms)