Balancing bronchitis and work projects took priority over writing a new blog post for this St. Patrick’s Day, so I’m reposting last year’s today. (I’ll have another entry up in a few days.)
Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day (or not) isn’t the same when you’re grieving. Nothing is. The day itself commemorates the death of Ireland’s patron saint — originally it was a religious observation. But in recent years its solemnity appears all but forgotten as popular culture makes it into a day for people to celebrate their Irish heritage (whether real or adapted for the day).
In my family, with Irish ancestors on both my side and my late husband’s side, our St. Patrick’s Days were all about the green. When our kids were little, I’d add green food coloring into milk, pancakes, cookie dough — whatever I could think of — just to infuse the day with a bit more color.
Green milk and other green-dyed foods were a staple of our St. Patrick’s Days. (Photo by Teresa TL Bruce/TealAshes.com)
We wore green, of course, because nobody wanted to get pinched.
I made corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes for dinner. A few times I…
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