I know nothing about the origins of the holiday. I do know that once the boys made it clear that corned beef and cabbage and boiled potatoes did not hold a candle to pizza, Little Cuter and I began a delicious tradition of eating, ravenously, voraciously, turning to our fingers when that bite eluded the fork.
I've missed her every March 15th since she went to college.
Her brother in law brines his own meat, creating three huge trays, each with a different recipe, enough for the family and friends that filled his house. I'm jealous of the food, but not the public setting. Part of the joy I take is in the messiness, the pure hedonism, the lack of propriety or respect for anything except getting the tastes into my mouth as efficiently as I can.
I usually use a dish towel instead of a paper napkin.
I am slovenly and unapologetic.
So, for whatever reason we celebrate you, thank you St. Patrick for having a day.
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Yes, of course, now I'll do the research.
Happy St. Patrick's Day and corned beef and cabbage feasting. My concession to the day is Irish soda bread still warm from the oven.
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Do you mean March 17?
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No St Patrick's Day food traditions here, but as a public school teacher you can bet I wore green. No pinching!
ReplyDeleteHehehee.... you'd probably get a call from the police today if you were pinched :-)
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