My DH (darling hubby will be wearing his "Irish Eyes are Smiling"
t-shirt as soon as our favorite hospice aide gets here to bathe and dress him.
St Paddy's Day has always been a huge holiday for us and always celebrated even though St Patrick
was Italian, not Irish. Not celebrated with beer like most American do, but with Guinness. Although we are not opposed to a beer or two. None for me. I've been a recovered alcoholic for over 30 years. I've got a bottle of Guinness chilling for my hubby in the refrigerator. Beer for anyone else who shows up. As far as I know my kids will be headed up to Savannah for the festivities like last year. So it's just us.
Instead I lean towards an Irish feast. This year on the menu is lamb stew with Irish soda bread. The stew is already in the mini slo-cooker and the bread is ready to be mixed. Of course there will be my leprechaun cake pops for dessert. I made them yesterday. I'm keeping it simple this year.
And Jeremy, these are cake pops...
I only made six of the leprechauns before my hand grew too tired to make anymore so I finished the rest of my balls off with frosting and shamrocks. In case you were wondering, the leprechaun's hats were made of a dollop of royal icing and a dipped mini Reese's cups, my hubby's favorite candy.
It might be a simple fare but not without my personal touches.
So Erin Go Braugh everyone! Forever Ireland! Even if it's by marriage only.