Since my children were small, I've made a great fuss over St. Patrick's Day. It was not something we did growing up in Ireland, but as a treat to amuse my wee ones years ago, I began to colour their milk and potatoes green for this special day.
The notion exploded, and really...how was I to know they would never get over it? Now a table of full-grown adults, and whomever else we can
con into it graciously invite, gather at table each year to partake of green wine and a motley
assortment of viridian-tinged victuals.
It is great sport to check out the reactions. We've had guests who were quite unable to eat at the sight of dark, mushy peas crowding up against lividly-tinted spuds...and skinless chicken that glows fluorescent green on the outside and is fish-belly white when cut seems to repel everyone.
It must be said, however,
that others have fit
right in, stuffing
food into their mouths
in the knowledge that
it all tastes just
These people we embrace
into the family!
This year, scheduling conflicts force us to postpone celebrations
until next week...cancelling was not an option, apparently!
I leave you
with a few photos of previous dinners, and a collage of my girl
Meeghan in her
St. Paddy's Day pullover.
But should you hear the raucous sound of the Pogues somewhere in tomorrow's celebrations, you'll know I'm having a grand oul' time singing along with them!
Have yourself a wonderful day!