It's Not Easy Being Green

We always like to use St. Patrick's Day as an excuse to cook up a lot of food and do a little celebrating. Since Mama has a fair dose of Irish blood, she likes to act like a goofy American and honor her (long since transplanted) Irish roots. We had grand plans – Mama took the day off of work and we had a fun-filled day of food, activities, and movie watching planned (The Quiet Man is always a St. Paddy's day favorite). Mama, Max, and Molly all got up early and made some cranberry scones together, so that Dad could have a nice treat when he got home from work.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, when Dad got home from work we discovered that he had fallen victim to the crud that was going around and was feeling poorly. He quickly went from bad to worse and was sent up to bed for the day. To add to the day's disappointments, the weather was totally rotten and Mama couldn't even take advantage of her holiday and take the kids out for a walk. So, we had to scale back our plans – we managed to throw together our traditional Irish feast of corned beef and colcannon (along with some un-Irish sourdough rolls and Cowboy Cake) and listen to a lot of The Pogues, but we gave up the movie and the hope of any outings. Dad went to bed right after dinner, so the evening was a bit of a wash. But, before the day was over, Mama at least managed to snap a couple cute pictures of the kids and their traditional wearing of the green. Maybe we'll try again next year!