Let me say, right off the bat, I’m not Irish. I’m mostly English and a bit Swedish with some Scotch and Welsh and American Indian thrown in to round me out. Nevertheless, I was brought up to honor and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Because, on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish, right?
So, allow me, in honor of the occasion, to tell you a funny story about my mother. My mother believed strongly in celebrating holidays. All holidays, not just the big ones like Thanksgiving and Christmas but all holidays. Valentine’s Day was major at my house, we got gifts like at Christmas. So was St. Patrick’s Day – despite the fact that we were not Irish. We would have corned beef (the grey kind, please) and cabbage and all the other vegetables and Irish soda bread.
So this one year my mother decided we should also have green beer. I think I was actually in college at the time, but, because it was a holiday, I was expected to come home and be with the family. And eat corned beef and cabbage and drink green beer. Are you ready for the funny part? My mother spent days trying to buy green beer. She visited every package store (because that’s what we call them here in New England) in the city searching for green beer. In a bottle. Finally, in desperation, at the last package store in town, she asked the guy at the counter where she could find green beer. He looked at her incredulously and asked her what she was talking about. She told him, “hey, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I want to serve green beer. You must have green beer! Where can I find the green beer?” After he finished laughing, he said, “lady, you can’t buy green beer. You just buy regular beer and add green food coloring.” “Oh,” said my mother. “I had no idea.” At which point she and her pink cheeks headed to the grocery store to pick up some green food coloring and some Budweiser.
In honor of my mother, I’ll be drinking a wee bit o’ green beer made from Budweiser and food coloring today (then I’ll switch to Guinness, the real beer of Ireland). And, Dale will be wearing his new Irish Hiking scarf – which just so happens to be green. Here’s my Swedish Leprechaun, with Dixie, waving an Irish greeting to you.
Top o’ the morning to you from Carole O’Knits.