Sunday, March 18, 2007
So, It’s St Patrick’s Day, and….
So, it’s St Patrick’s Day, and....
*) Kelly realizes she does not own anything green.
*) You pick up two sixes of thematic brew - Guiness and Harp. Because the fridge is full, you store them on their sides - bottlecaps facing out. Someone asks you to grab her a Harp, so you open the fridge and see a bunch of blank bottlecaps, and a bunch of caps with harps on them. You pluck a harp and pop the top before you realize that it’s a Guiness after all. The harp is on the Guiness; the Harp has nothing at all. THEY ARE PLAYING WITH MY MIND. To say nothing of the fact that I wound up having to throw myself on that open Guiness rather than let it go to waste. The sacrifices I make for Saint Patrick, I tell ya. Damn.
*) Apropos of nothing, you wind up talking with Pea about opening a business relating to the production and distribution of delicious breadstuffs. And then you wind up wandering with her out of the rose garden down at the foot of the Boulevard after a visit to the arboretum and the museum tower, and run into Kelly and Tara, who are strolling Nate and Zachary, anti-respectively. And you all hang out for a while and it’s like super mellow. And then later on you wind up MAKING IRISH SODA BREAD for the first time in your freaking life, and can I be honest, it was pretty damn good stuff. My special secret was to use fennelseed instead of caraway, and to have a ready supply of orange-essence cranberries to use in place of those stodgy old currants aunt Mable’s got stuffed up her pantry. These puppies really had flavor, and came out smooth and moist thanks to plenty of crisco and buttermilk, baked with perfect evenness in my good ol’ cast iron skillet. I’ll tell you how good it was: I volunteered to make it, and after she’d helped us finish it Tara suggested I bake another one for breakfast the next morning. AND I DID. And this one came out even better. Because the spirit of St Patrick is upon you. HOO-YA SODABREAD:
and then the next morning you have it warm with Bird’s Custard:
Really, it’s almost impossible to be productive after beginning a day like this. Plus, the next day, the boys are wearing identical pjs:
Plus, a bonus of Z at Crissy Field Beach:
So, with that and the whole purgegate thing, that was enough for me this weekend. How you doin’?
