Did you see the Vegas post? Obviously I don't know anything about "luck."
Food of the Irish?
Now that's something I can handle.
I volunteered to make Irish Soda Bread for my Mama's annual St. Patrick's Day lunch. I carefully followed the instructions so I didn't make an inedible brick and actually produced something people could eat.
My Mama also tends to decorate for every holiday. A lot. And St. Patrick's Day is no exception.
That only show 1/100th of the number of decorations scattered about the house. There was this other decoration that my bro and sister in law lent her for the day.
A little leprechaun named Jackson. I mean, check out the reddish tint in his hair and those rosy cheeks. He's totally expressing his Irish genes.
We consumed Reuben soup, the bread, deviled eggs (w/green filling) and 2 green desserts for the holiday. Then I came home to the slow cooker corned beef (made w/Guinness) that had been getting delicious all day long, whipped up some thousand island dressing and assembled Andy's favorite sandwich.
It looked like the dogs were jealous of all the delicious food we were having. And last year I learned that
"So, how about that corned beef?"
"Ugh, Mom, I'm not ready for my close-up!"
"Seriously, are we done here yet?"
"Does this hat make me look smarter?"
I guess I do have a little Irish luck that let me balance that hat on Toby's enormous skull.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!