Sirskatesalot’s family is Irish, so yesterday was a day for celebration…and they were here with us. We celebrated at a dueling piano bar Saturday night with friends and a ridiculous crowd who thought they were Irish because they could drink and yell “Whoo Hoo!” at the top of their lungs every few seconds. This was both entertaining and exhausting at the same time. For St. Patrick’s Day, I have only made green pancakes and green cupcakes, so I needed Mscooksalot to help me with a dinner menu. I was stuck on potatoes. Let’s all admit it, the Irish are great with beer and probably some other stuff…no, not bagpipes…nope, not kilts…but definitely no other delicious food comes to mind. Ack, Shepherd’s Pie. Gross.
With Mscooksalot’s guidance, I made roasted potato leek soup with arugula, grilled cheese with Irish sharp cheddar and rye bread, and a green salad. YUM! Princessenpointe completed the green festa with grasshopper brownies…not Irish, but definitely green. After a sunset beach walk, we enjoyed our green dinner, toasted, listened to the Celtic station on Pandora, and even discussed the IRA thanks to Princelighningbolt’s MUN education. A true St. Patty’s Day evening with an Irish crowd. I even smashed my big, glass salad bowl while doing the dishes…is throwing plates an Irish tradition? I think it is not, but it seemed to make our green evening end on a funny note.
I hope to plan more evening dinners around a theme. Imagine the possibilities! Tomorrow is Bruce Willis’s birthday…I’m thinking of a Die Hard dinner theme…any ideas?
