As many of you may know, yesterday was my birthday. Yes, it is the strangest of coincidences that Jacob and I were born on either side of the Ides of March. This is rather convenient in some respects, as I am able to make a single cake for both our birthdays (more on that anon) and we often let our celebrations spill over in equal measure on the 15th. At any rate, I had a lovely, relaxed day beginning filled with good food and good people, a bit of birthday shopping, and even a sun-swathed morning run. But now I bow out to the luckiest, greenest, most Guinness filled of all days, St. Patrick’s Day.
This year I am determined to make a crumbling, caraway ridden, Irish soda bread, using either this, or this scrumptious recipe. Which shall of course be followed by Guinness shepherd’s pie, frothy pints, and drunken serenades like this one:
I shall end this raucous holiday by cozing up under a cable-knit blanket and watching The Secret of Roan Inish for the umpteenth time.
Much love and luck to all of you my dears.