My Mom (um, hello…Peg Fitzpatrick) is Irish. Her great-grandmother Catherine Buckley arrived in Baltimore on a ship from County Cork in 1850 at the age of 16. And…when you see my Mom, you say…yep, she’s Irish.
Every year when St. Patrick’s Day rolls around, I think I really should honor my ancestors and go out to drink some green beers or dance a jig or something…but I don’t usually do that. I’m not one for crowded bars, but I do celebrate at home. I might make some corned beef and cabbage, maybe a potato gratin (okay, that sounds fancy, so let’s call it scalloped potatoes…that sounds more like my family) and I’ll definitely enjoy a nice pint o’ Guinness. If you want a really nicely poured Guinness, go to James Joyce Pub – they do it right.
Maybe I’ll even have an Irish car bomb? They are delicious, but trouble. A shot of Bailey’s with whiskey dropped into a 1/2 pint of Guinness. Have you ever had one? Super delicious and dangerous if you overdo it. Do not have more than one. I’m warning you. Stop.
If you’re planning on doing an Irish feast this weekend, here are some delicious ideas.