Monday, March 17, 2008
St. Paddy's
Think green as you look at this salmon-colored page. Think spring. Think THE WILD IRISH. A blessin' on ye all from one American mutt with an Irish grandfather to all the rest of ye. Oh, the corn! Oh, the corned beef! Did not have beef tonight but enjoyed potatoes and little baby cabbages called Brussels sprouts!
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Springfield's St. Patrick's Day parade was last Saturday and for me the best part of the parade was all the dogs walking in the parade. Each dog sported at least one neckerchief of green. Our St. Patrick's Day feast of corned beef and cabbage was enjoyed with Guinness at the pub following the parade and like you, not this evening. We had those little cabbages, brussel sprouts, this evening which I roasted coated in olive oil, ground pepper and kosher salt.
What a surprise it was to me, many years ago now, when I was living in Cincinnati, to find that they have a HUGE St. Patrick's Day parade! That city is as much Irish as it is German and African and Appalachian, a mix of North, South and Midwest.
St Paddy’s day was not what it was intended in the Z household. Lady Z put a beautiful hunk of corned beef with the appropriate accompaniments into the oven for a traditional Irish meal. However - the best-laid plans of mice and men - number one child decided to do the liquid diet thing (not too bright in my humble opinion) and number two child had made other plans. Lady Z had not thought to check with her offspring to see if they would like to have dinner with their elders. Oh well, a nice romantic meal for the Zs could still ensue. However, late in the day Lady Z was asked to head to Fenton to admit a new patient. So, being the Florence Nightingale that she is, away she went. Before she could return, I was off to my bi-monthly school board meeting. I figured that at least I would get a good glass of Guinness post meeting at the local pub. However, my cohorts quickly ordered a pitcher of the ubiquitous holiday brew, green beer (yuk). So I didn’t get my Guinness or other appropriate Irish suds, but at least I did get to toast a leprechaun or two. Unfortunately, Deb’s new patient admit quickly turned into a fast and unfortunate death. When I got home, she had yet to cross the threshold. Today and tomorrow, I am on the east side of the state so the Irish meal sets in the refrigerator waiting my return (I hope). Glad you enjoyed your Irish fare Not a very traditional St. Paddy’s day for us – oh well – there is always next year.
Z
Of all the disappointments, z, I should think green beer instead of Guinness might be the worst. No, I'm sure it was not having dinner with your lady, so I will wish you a romantic evening together as soon as possible. You may think of us this evening at the Happy Hour with our friend Al, who "doesn't celebrate birthdays" but consented to meet us at Fischer's for chicken tonight, anyway.
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