Was he? I say no, Derrick says yes. Who will you side with on this one, the English major or the engineer? (I’m counting on you, my three faithful readers…)
This little tiff aside, we had a happy St. Patty’s Day here. We don’t usually do much for this holiday (when you don’t drink, your options are pretty limited), but the girls really got into it and asked if we could do a special dinner and family night for it. So we cooked up some:
Corned Beef and Cabbage
It tasted better than it looks–honest. It was actually delicious.
Irish Soda Bread
Okay, I forgot to take a pic of my loaf, so I snatched this off
Google Images. Same idea, though–we even did the X on top
(I know you’re impressed.)
and for dessert,
Rachael’s Rainbow Cookies
Those are clouds with gold dust on them, in case you couldn’t tell.
I was proud of her efforts, as making these turned out to be quite a process:
Each layer had to be colored, rolled, then flattened and
rolled around the previous layer. Lots of work–we’re not French, you know!
(Did you know? We do sometimes give off that aura with our sophistication and charm.
A lot of people ask.)
Applying the “clouds.” We had so much fun making these,
and they were geeeoood! Pure butter and sugar–how could they not be?
Rache then took us on a wild and crazy treasure hunt (Ethan was in heaven, flying through the house) and we all settled down to hear her lesson on the history of St. Patrick’s Day. Derrick and I were shocked to learn that it had anything to do with Christianity. I guess a lot of people know that. Where have we been? (Oh yeah, graduating from Kennewick High.)
There were prizes for Ethan and treats for everybody, except Dad
who then tried to steal Ethan’s.
Ethan wasn’t havin’ any of it.
At the end of the evening, we were surprised with a visit from a mysterious leprechaun who asked not to appear on this blog. Suffice it to say she wore a long green coat with sparkly gold shoes, threw gifts from her big black shoulder bag, and had a LOT of blush on. We never knew leprechauns could be girls, but she told us, oh yes, they can. I will respect her wishes and not post her picture here in order to protect the anonymity she’ll need to do more leprechauning in the future. Suffice it to say, she was blonde, little, and cute. And so funny. Unbelievably funny for an eight-year old.
We had a lot of fun tonight, without a lot of planning or shopping or stressing. My kind of holiday.
And so Happy St. Patrick’s Day and a shimmy shimmy shamrock to you all!
(Five bonus points if you can recite the rest of that handslap. One clue: eenie weenie pepsadeenie…)