Even though St. Patrick’s Day is really more of an American tradition, I’m happy it allows me the annual opportunity to acknowledge my ancestry (at least one aspect). To celebrate, I hit Spotify to find Irish music, pore over recipes I can prepare, and reminisce about driving around the Emerald Isle years ago with my mother. I even search the Internet for limericks, poetry, and trivia I can drop into dinner conversation with my husband and daughter.
This weekend though I must space out the Irish food and frivolity, as tomorrow night is my niece’s birthday party (and of course I wouldn’t want to miss it). My husband is Filipino and much of his family lives nearby. Birthdays, death anniversaries, religious holidays, and impromptu gatherings (food, fun, and karaoke) happen often. And attendance generally exceeds 40.
At first, I was bummed that yet another Filipino gathering was interfering with my plans for tomorrow, but now I’m thankful. Instead of one night, I have the entire weekend to showcase Ireland. And potentially drive my husband and daughter crazy. Tonight, it’s The Dubliners and salmon and colcannon (a side dish of mashed potatoes and kale topped with Irish butter); tomorrow morning, corned beef hash and traditional Celtic instrumentals; and Sunday, a musical mix of modern and classics from Paddy O’Reilly to Flogging Molly, with my beef and Guinness stew, traditional brown bread, and Irish bread pudding with caramel-whiskey sauce.
I’m not sure they will be as excited as I am. But, hey, I figure they owe me.
A wonderful bird is the pelican;
His beak can hold more than his belican.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week,
Though I’m damned if I know how the helican!
—Dixon Lanier Merritt (often incorrectly ascribed to Ogden Nash)