What a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day. Made pancakes and bacon for Luke.
Sue and Kyle went to church for Peanut Butter and Jelly Gang. Volunteer to make hundreds of PBJ sandwiches.
Pick up Mike and, head over to church for Kyle. Scoot to Deer Park for soccer practice.
Run 3 miles, and realize that I may need to start wearing a tshirt and shorts.
Back home in the early afternoon, and catch a few minutes of the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
Put the corned beef in the pot.
Drop Kyle off at work. He is an Assistant Referee for Long Island Soccer. Two games today in Selden.
Back home, and chat with Peggy, Sue’s mom who came over for a visit and corned beef and cabbage.
Luke and Peggy make some of the secret recipe rice pudding.
Start some spring cleanup in the front of the house…Plants are starting an early emergence from their winter sleep. I swear they are about a month early.
Run back out to pick up Kyle from work.
Cut up the potatoes, carrots, and cabbage. Place in the pot with the corned beef. Set mental timer. If you cook a lot you know what I am talking about.
Pull the corned beef from the pot and it splits in half….that’s a good sign that it is going to be really tender.
This day in history “On this day in 461 A.D., Saint Patrick, Christian missionary, bishop and apostle of Ireland, dies at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland.
Much of what is known about Patrick's legendary life comes from the Confessio, a book he wrote during his last years. Born in Great Britain, probably in Scotland, to a well-to-do Christian family of Roman citizenship, Patrick was captured and enslaved at age 16 by Irish marauders. For the next six years, he worked as a herder in Ireland, turning to a deepening religious faith for comfort. Following the counsel of a voice he heard in a dream one night, he escaped and found passage on a ship to Britain, where he was eventually reunited with his family.
According to the Confessio, in Britain Patrick had another dream, in which an individual named Victoricus gave him a letter, entitled "The Voice of the Irish." As he read it, Patrick seemed to hear the voices of Irishmen pleading him to return to their country and walk among them once more. After studying for the priesthood, Patrick was ordained a bishop. He arrived in Ireland in 433 and began preaching the Gospel, converting many thousands of Irish and building churches around the country. After 40 years of living in poverty, teaching, traveling and working tirelessly, Patrick died on March 17, 461 in Saul, where he had built his first church.
Since that time, countless legends have grown up around Patrick. Made the patron saint of Ireland, he is said to have baptized hundreds of people on a single day, and to have used a three-leaf clover--the famous shamrock--to describe the Holy Trinity. In art, he is often portrayed trampling on snakes, in accordance with the belief that he drove those reptiles out of Ireland. For thousands of years, the Irish have observed the day of Saint Patrick's death as a religious holiday, attending church in the morning and celebrating with food and drink in the afternoon. The first St. Patrick's Day parade, though, took place not in Ireland, but the United States, when Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched through New York City in 1762. As the years went on, the parades became a show of unity and strength for persecuted Irish-American immigrants, and then a popular celebration of Irish-American heritage. The party went global in 1995, when the Irish government began a large-scale campaign to market St. Patrick's Day as a way of driving tourism and showcasing Ireland's many charms to the rest of the world. Today, March 17 is a day of international celebration, as millions of people around the globe put on their best green clothing to drink beer, watch parades and toast the luck of the Irish.”
Trim and slice the corned beef, and Sue and I serve the meal. Corned Beef, Cabbage, Boiled Potatoes, Carrots, Irish Soda Bread, Spicy Mustard, McSorley’s Ale. Warm rice pudding for dessert.
Sue and I recall going to McSorley’s Ale House close to NYU where I worked and went to school. The good old days, and at that time, they still only had one bathroom. A Men’s room, as it was a Men’s only establishment until the mid 1970’s. Was pretty funny watching the uninitiated women asking the waiters to check the men’s room, and to stand outside the door so no one would come in. There were some women who would just walk right into the men’s room and wait their turn. In 1986, they decided to put in a 2nd bathroom. In wonder if men walk into the women’s room ?
Gia comes over at the end of dinner, and tries the rice pudding…not her favorite…More for us.
Luke cleans up the mess as he now gets an allowance, or at least will starting tomorrow.
Photo of the day “Bruce-Be-Blogin”
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