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Happy St. Patty's Day!

We are not Irish. I mean, I may have a wee drop or two of Irish blood from my Grandfather's side of the family, but really, we're not Irish. We're more English/northern European Czech/Polish and Lebanese...as you have probably gleaned by now. Oh and 1/32 Cherokee, but that's not part of today's focus.

My hubby is Polish. 100%. Not a drop of Irish in there that we're aware of. Sparkly blue eyes, olive complexion, deeply felt emotions and rather stubborn...100% Polish, that's my man.

But every year we make corned beef and red potatoes and cabbage. And we drink a Guinness or two to celebrate the day.

Oh, and hubby's very favorite of all time DVD will be in the player tonight - Celtic Women. He loves them (who wouldn't, they're talented, gorgeous, and embody the Irish tradition, right?), and our friends all tease him. I know that if I lose him to another woman one day, she's gonna be Irish, and probably sing like a bird. I have no defense against either, unfortunately.

Anyway, it's another year. Small gathering of dear friends, the smell of the corned beef cooking now wafting through the house, and my tummy growling in anticipation of the evening. Later this afternoon I'll add the red potatoes and cabbage, then hubby will thinly slice and glaze the corned beef with his super secret amazingly delicious glaze.

We will gather, we will toast, we will feast, as is our tradition.

All of my best wishes to you of any ancestry who enjoy this day!

Stevie


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