I don’t know about you, but I’m woefully unprepared for any sort of celebration. There’s nary a corned beef or cabbage in sight … no Guiness. Not that I like Guiness, mind you. It makes me gag. But it seems the festive thing to do … and that, my friends, is how I roll …
Maybe I’ll try a different stout this year – Epicurious just happens to have a great Irish Beer Guide. Perhaps I’ll study up.
Or, perhaps I’ll eat pizza, drink water with a hint of lime, and call my “Kiss me, I’m Irish” napkins good.
However you celebrate, may it be a good one … and as you head out on your way, an Irish blessing (oddly appropriate for Idaho):
May the frost never afflict your spuds.
May the leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms.
May the crows never pick your haystack.
If you inherit a donkey, may she be in foal.