That’s right — I gave in to temptation this week. I did it. I caved. I’m totally, utterly weak.
I ORDERED A SHAMROCK SHAKE.
After all, who can blame me?? It’s St. Patrick’s Day, which is basically bigger than Christmas in Boston. Plus I have this cute Irish husband and consequently a bonnie Irish babe at home! I can’t resist being just a wee bit festive.
This does not mean I had it together in the clothing department. Lacking a shamrocked onesie, I dug out the only item of green(ish) attire Georgia owns: some Gap jeggings that are really more chartreuse, with teeny white stars on them, and called it a day. And for myself?
The only one who really pulled out his A Game was Mark, because he was working the Freedom Trail today.
So I’m going to add value today not sartorially, but by sharing my favorite St. Patty’s Day recipes from around the interweb. Like:
That’s all, my friends! Have a fun St. Patrick’s Day, and may the luck of the Irish be with you all year ’round!