Wednesday is Saint Patrick's Day (don't forget to wear green or the leprechauns will pinch you) and even though my family is only moderately Irish, and I, in fact, have never been to Ireland, my family celebrates every year without fail.
Part of it is that my grandparents were married on March 17 (and enjoyed the luck of the Irish -- they were married for 59 years), and part of it is that we happen to like celebrations, and if that celebration involves food, then we're definitely in.
So March 17 sees us feasting happily on beer, corned beef, more beer, English mustard (don't tell the people who are actually Irish!), beer, cabbage, Jameson's (a change from beer), mashed potatoes, and always, always Irish soda bread.
This m...