
I like to think of St. Patrick’s Day as a go-between holiday. It’s kind of a going-away party for winter and an early welcome wagon for spring. It breaks up the doldrums of winter, and it gives us non-Irish a reason to get together.
For some reason, I have distinct memories of many St. Patrick’s Day celebrations compared to other holidays. The Corned Beef and Cabbage Egg Roll was never a part of those memories.

One year we stayed home, and a patriotic American-Irish ski buddy made us his version of Irish dinner as he had learned it in culinary school. Flabbergasted about what the supermarket had supplied for seasoning in the corned beef kit I bought, he showed up with a highly hyped, homemade bouquet garni. It was a bundle of hand-selected seasonings tied in cheesecloth that created a savory satchel to flavor the beef boil. Despite my up and coming chef friend’s best efforts, cooking his seasoned supper still stunk up the place something awful.
Today, Guinness gardens, jiggers of Jameson, and four-leafed clover face paint are less important to me than perhaps they once were.



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