A good day for a patronal feast, pint of Guinness and a parade.
I marched with Limerick in NYC once and watched the much smaller one in Dublin when I lived there 2015-2016. I am sure it was a real public holiday (day off/bank holiday) back then yet at least this year only the Northerners get a day tomorrow.
Here in the UK I had noticed Asda discounting Guinness yet till I saw the shamrocks in Google I had forgot. I’ll have to call my 95 year old mom in NY later (of course she’s the reason I have a USA & Irish passport and can even vote in the UK as I certainly will for the 6th time whenever Rishi chooses to go down with the Tory’s)
I’m not making corned beef and cabbage for dinner tonight. Why not? I made it last weekend. The store already had a metric ton of corned beef briskets on sale last week, and I didn’t feel like waiting another week. It was delicious, but I don’t feel like making it two weekends in a row.
So I decided tonight I’m going to make Doro Wat for dinner, an Ethiopian chicken stew. Not very Irish, I know, but I joked to Mrs. Solost that, in honor of the day, I’m actually going to make “Dor O’Wat”.
I just finished a 24 hour brisket smoke on the WSM, so I have enough beef to last me months. No corned beef for me today. I might watch the OG Boondock Saints. I think that will be the extent of my celebratin’ today.
While I have some Irish ancestry I don’t particularly do anything for St Patrick’s Day. My husband made ribs on the BBQ and we had a salad, which at least is green. Ribs are usually somewhat of a special occasion recipe, but today they were “no reason ribs”.
My son pointed out it was St Patrick’s Day, so I corrected the name to “The Ribs of the Irish” and kiddo has been giggling about it all evening. I love making him laugh.
Yesterday I celebrated my 11th anniversary with my husband, Jim, and a group of close friends. We went out for lunch and spent time catching up with our buddy who has been in Albania for the last 2 years.
The restaurant we went to had Irish inspired food on the menu, so we all indulged in some fusion meals. I had homemade pirogi with corned beef and onion gravy made with stout. Jim had Dublin Coddle, which was served with toasted soda bread.
I’m some Irish. So I’ll say Happy St.Pat.