I am not really into the lesser holidays - of which St. Patrick's day is one. I did wear a green shirt to church yesterday, but after seeing pretty much the entire ward dressed in green, I wished I had worn my stripey pink shirt instead. Because that's how I roll.
It seems like everywhere in the blogosphere people were saying, "Time for corned beef and cabbage! Irish pride FTW!" I have only had corned beef and cabbage one time, when I was in college, and I thought it was pretty gross. I'll tell you all about it.
I was seeing someone at the time who was pretty much obsessed with Celtic culture and the British Isles. He hosted a huge St. Paddy's day bash at his apartment and as the significant other I of course attended. He made a HUGE mess of corned beef and cabbage and dished up a pretty significant helping for me. I think it had been cooked in crock pot. The beef was kind of dry and was difficult to cut into pieces with a knife, much less chew. The time spent in the crock pot had definitely taken a toll on the cabbage, which had taken on the color and texture of boogers. I took two bites and decided I had better not eat any more if I wanted to keep what had been swallowed from coming back up.
Unfortunately, as will often happen in relationships when you're young and inexperienced, I was to shy and embarrassed to actually tell him how much I loathed the food. I put the plate on the kitchen counter as quietly and surreptitiously as I could, and then pretended that I had no idea to whom the plate belonged.
"Somebody didn't eat their corned beef and cabbage!"
"Hmm. That's weird. I wonder who that was?"
And that is why I served tacos for dinner last night.