Every year is the same. St. Pattys means I'm going to whip up my FAMOUS mustard creme sauce and laddle it over a big plate of corned beef, cabbage, and boiled potatoes.
Robin and I look forward to this meal all year long, and even tried having it on non March 17th days as well. The problem is it's the sure-fired way for our kids to scatter. How can the fruit of my loins turn their backs on a timed-honored Irish tradition? Sacrilege!
Oh well, more for me and I'll lift a Guinness and sigh in ecstasy as I dig in. Hope your day is as good as mine will be ;-)