a wee bit irish
Last year on St. Patrick’s Day I think we grilled chicken. And I remembered sitting around in the evening discussing with my family how we were being kinda lame. We were ALL (part) Irish. Landon, my mom, and dad (thus all of us kids, and my kids.) And I made a mental note that next year we’d do something better.
Better included an Irish menu, a little “Irish boy” for Kaden, Celtic music selected by my brother, and lots of green apparel 😉
“It’s delicious, Kaden. Try the cabbage.”
As I was sifting the cake flour a second time, after the chocolate squares had been shaved, almonds ground, sugar pulsed, and potatoes riced, I remarked to my mom that this cake was a pain in the butt. She replied that’s why people were excited when stores began selling cake mixes. Yeah maybe… It was really good though.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!