I'm no fan of green cupcakes or green beer. And the only green eggs I like are the Dr. Seuss kind - in a book. I prefer my corned beef without cabbage and though I love the tin that McCann's oatmeal comes in, actually I don't love the cereal.
All this has no impact on how much I love St Patrick’s Day. The holiday is sacred around our house; the Irish half of the family roots are proudly displayed and touted. I’m doing my part - by baking soda bread from a family recipe. I might even hoist a bottle of Harp or more than one), though not while I'm measuring the ingredients for a batch of Sister Mary's Soda Bread.
Cousin Pat must have gotten an A in penmanship (as we used to call it), as you can see. Do they still teach cursive script in elementary school? They should, so people can pass down special recipes like this one on lovely cards instead of emails.