Lupine is all about the celebrations. I mean seriously all about it. Is professional party-planning a life goal? If so, she’s already there. Each year she goes full out for Valentine’s Day, friends’ birthdays, Winter Solstice, and our spring celebration. Me? I only have so much holiday juju to give, so each year when she asked if we would have a St. Patrick’s Day celebration I did my best to evade her request.
This year, though, felt different. Exactly a half-year since our month-long road trip around Ireland, it felt like a wonderful excuse to celebrate. If not St. Patrick himself, at least the most memorable trip our family has ever taken.
We spent a week planning our menu, since we decided that the holiday would be pretty much all about the food: muesli, Irish brown bread (baked by Sage), and our best effort as a traditional Irish breakfast in the morning (black pudding, white pudding, rashers, and sausage. hello.) plus fried eggs and brown bread with Irish butter on the side. And cups of Irish Breakfast tea in our mugs, of course. For lunch Lupine baked a loaf of bread and we made sandwiches, something we almost never eat in our normal life but that made up the bulk of our cooler-lunches in Ireland. For dinner, I made my best effort at a classic Irish stew (eaten with more fresh bread, because if you’re going to go, go big) to mimic our favorite meal from our favorite Dublin pub, and honestly, for my normal stew-snubbing family it was a win. As in: eating seconds and wiping the bowl clean with their bread kind of win.
Beside the fire after dinner, we pulled out a photo album that I had printed of favorite photos from our trip, and relived our most memorable moments of the month.
The day left us feeling grateful, wistful, and – of course – oh so full.
Perhaps we’ve added another holiday to our annual list after all. (Lupine will be glad!) And this one I think even I can handle making a habit of.