March 17th, 2008


No, I'm not wearing green

I may be Irish (and Scots and Finnish and Native American), but I don't need to wear green, because the Irish don't need to wear it. They live in a green country. (I live in California.) Okay, there are green embroidered leaves on my black skirt, but you know what I mean.

I made soup out of the leftover corned beef and cabbage, by adding a lot of herbs and fresh veggies. I call it "Boston-Kerry soup." Corned beef and cabbage from Boston, herbs and fresh veggies for the Irish touch. Because they like their fresh food in County Kerry, currently. Along with their Pad Thai. (No, I'm not making this up.)

My Finnish grandfather's first wife was Irish, and my grandfather spoke English with a Dingle accent, probably because of it. And I reflected back on the fact that she caught hell for marrying a Finn, and her family disowned her. Apparently, there are some ethnic groups even the Irish were prejudiced against. St. Pat's day is an interesting day for reflection.