Like most Americans I am a mutt. I am a mix of a lot of different nationalities, but I have always identified with my Irish side the most. My grandmother (my dad's mom) is where the Irish comes from. Her maiden name was Fitzgerald. That's pretty Irish. In honor of my wee Irish-ness we have an annual Irish feast on St. Patrick's Day. And, of course we wear green too.
Demain always makes his Corned Beef, cabbage, and dinner pie. This year I made a pistachio pie. It might not be Irish, but it is defiantly green.
Who said boiled meats can't be good?
Who said pie is just for dessert?
I have been telling Demian for years that I want to got to Ireland for my 40th birthday. I know that is WAY WAY WAY down the road, but the more I bring it up, the more he will know I am serious. This is going to be a hard sell for my husband. He likes to plan vacations around two things: weather and food. I get it. If you are going to go on just one big trip a year, or every few years, it should be someplace with better weather than Seattle, and some delicious food. Ireland has neither. I don't care. I
have to go there. So what if it's not hot, it looks beautiful in the pictures. I love the way the Irish talk, I love the music, I love how poetic and passionate they are. I love the idea of a quiet little village with a little pub full of towns folk, drinking pints of beers, and telling stories. I
like beer too. I've always just had an overwhelming feeling that I will go there and fall in love with it.
Until then, we will continue to celebrate Ireland on St. Patrick's day, with Irish food, good friends, and pints of beer.
Hangin' with Hilton
Who said pie is just for dessert?
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2016. Family trip to Ireland. Count the Eplers in!
Is Atti channeling the Emperor in this picture with Jess? Looks like the 'full power of the dark side' to me!
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