so, i don't have any irish paraphenelia for you on st. patty's day. i'm not gonna lie, i feel like i should've. especially since people at work have been asking me what time i'm leaving work to celebrate my heritage (very funny. also unique).
nope - not even a limerick or a shillelagh stick. i can do without the irish tchochke.
i did, however, make some irish soda bread to bring in to work today and share with some of my coworkers, with jam and tea. no photos for my blog, though, to document the start of my 10pm baking session, or anything whatsoever to show the finished product.
(i poked around online for pretty pics, but since martha's recipe looks nothing like the recipe that got handed down to me, i opted not to be deceptive and post hers instead. it's ok - i like the way my gramma's loaves look anyways - we do them on a griddle instead of baking them, so they're flatter and also raisin-free.)
i found these pretty pics on flickr of ballymena, which is the town that my gramma's family came from many years ago. anyhow - happy st pat's day from an irish girl who doesn't want to be kissed. (please.)
( i thought this was a super-cute st patricks day post, though: ways to be green on a very green day)
photo: harper's town via flickr