My mother is to blame. Every year on March 17, little green antennae sprang from her head and bouncy four-leaf clovers dangled from her ears. A vivid green t-shirt proclaimed her heritage. She wasn't above sporting a springy green wig. Now for the shocker--she went to work like that.
Her daughters and granddaughters carry on the tradition. (The males play along, but only so far as food is concerned.) Em and I sent Kay a pair of St. Patrick's Day socks (which she'd better be wearing today!) I am wearing a Celtic green skirt. Em wore a lovely minty green top today and her daughter Miss Baby Elephant had on a white shirt splashed with tiny shamrocks and a green bow in her hair.
My camera batteries died today in the middle of the festivities, so you won't get to see the green french toast, the corned beef and red potatoes, our homemade shamrock shakes, or a shot of me in my skirt. However, here's a shot of the skirt from the Holy Clothing website. It probably looks better on the model anyway.
Basket of green goodies for the grandkids
Clover rolls and cookies made by Em's clan
If you would like to make your own pie for next year, or for tomorrow, the recipe is as easy as, well, pie.
1/2 package of Mint Oreos, crushed, then mixed with a little melted butter.
Form into pie pan.
Stick in freezer.
2 small packages of pistachio pudding
1/2 the amount of milk it calls for on the package, then prepare as directed on package
Pour into chilled pie shell and return to freezer.
We serve ours frozen, like an ice cream pie, but we let it thaw just a tad lest we break off a tooth and look "shanty Irish" as my great-grandmother would say.
If my mom still lived I would buy her the most incredible St. Patrick's Day t-shirt I have ever seen. It says, "Kiss me, I'm Iowish." And I would, because she is.
Mandatory disclaimer: I was not compensated in any way by Holy Clothing, Oreos, or St. Patrick for mentioning them.
Thanks to Auntie M. for the info about my great-grandmother.