the green beer, red-haired women smoking cigars and wearing green dresses will be celebrating in Savannah today. and probably a few other places as well.
My father had a bar ( The Homestead on Pleasant street) in Worcester Mass. Every year some guy would come in wearing orange. The Duke of Orange had done terrible things to the Irish. The guy wearing orange was looking for trouble at the bar and he would invariably find it with a fight.
So my father virtually tackled the guy wearing orange at the door and got him out of the bar before the fight broke out. If guys got hurt in a fight they invariably would not drink as much.
My heritage is 100% Irish and have always thoroughly enjoyed St. Paddy's day. I plan to keep up the tradition today.
I am caddy for my wife as I type. Grilling a steak tonight, seeing a play tomorrow then corn beef and cabbage on Sunday. Need to drop by a buddy's place later today to pick up a new toy.
Big kettle of Irish Stew on the stove right now for a party tonight. Soda bread, corned beef, a plenty of Irish beverages will be available, too. Imagine that!
my ancestors built a few generations in ireland after having been banished from scotland by the king of england.
while some folks still love irish potatoes, it's always been arsch potatoes to us country folks.
and btw, the british got a few round holes put into their red wool uniforms by some of my ancestors. fair play & all.
and on the subject of St. Paddy, some claim he was a slave from north africa, and shipped to england, then on-ward. maybe that's too controversial to discuss?
Just bought a bottle of Connemara Peated Single Malt Irish Whiskey for a wee nip after the corned beef, red potatoes, and cabbage. I may have to sample it soon as dinner is still cooking...
I was reminiscing today about the local Irish bar I used to frequent occasionally even when it wasn't St. Paddy's day. But on St. Paddy's day the green beer was flowing by the pitcher and there were plenty of old guys with Irish accents at the bar. Back then ('72-'75 or so) I was a redhead but now its sort of auburn & grey. All I had to do back then was walk in and one of the old guys would proclaim that I looked like "a fine Irish lad"... Then pour me a green beer from one of the pitchers lined up on the bar. Every year I got plastered for free and they all thought I was Irish. I never did tell 'em that my dad's parents (where the red hair came from) were both born & raised in Dundee, Scotland, and that my mom's parents were both born to German immigrants. But like they say; on March 17th, EVERYBODY'S Irish, (or at least as long as there's free beer).
Steve, as you know, Claudia is 100% confirmed (one might say chronic) Catholic and half Irish, so our meal just now was Beggar's Bouillabaisse. It was exquisite. Tomorrow, we may have CB&C, despite it not really being an Irish dish, but Friday in Lent took precedence.
There's just a chance for a tipple of some Irish whisky this evening.
At any rate, may the best of Ireland be upon you, and may we all soon meet again.
Many thanks for the kind words. And I'm very impressed with your great celebration of St. Paddy's day.
I celebrated at my favorite bar with two hunting buddies(Joe and Sandy) and a lot of good friends there. The color green was spectacular all over the bar and the customers. The bar(Barley and Hops) makes their own beer which is fantastic. I'm a fan of IPA's and they have the best I've ever had.