
DJ Ruby Rhod:
What was that honey? It was BAD! It had no fire, no energy, no nothing! So tomorrow from 5 to 7 will you PLEASE act like you have more than a two word vocabulary. It must be green.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to one and all. Here are a few related Celsius1414 posts of yesteryear:
“Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!”
You might surmise from the surname, and you’d be correct, that today is a special day for yours truly. As fellow Irishman Vin Scully said prior to this morning’s first televised Dodger spring training game, “Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all, especially if it applies.” :)
“Irish and Jewish cuisine exchanges?”
Naomi over at Will Tell Stories For Food posted earlier today on a curious culinary coincidence, “Ethnic Food”, prompted by the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day.
The story starts out with the odd corned beef tradition on the holiday, which apparently started in the States, a dish which the Irish didn’t have back in Ireland. A cuisine that does have corned beef (or brined brisket at least) is Jewish.[…]
The plot thickens, too. Guess who likes lox.
“Guinness good for you. And the Pope is Catholic.”
Drink a Guinness for your health! The BBC is reporting on a study that shows a Guinness a day keeps the heart doctor away.[…]
Since I always feel better after having a pint of Guinness, this seems to confirm my findings. ;)
“Bearded drinkers lose out”
Almost £500,000 worth of Ireland’s world famous stout is lost each year in the moustaches and beards of imbibers of the creamy headed black stuff.
Research carried out in the UK by Guinness reveals that an estimated 92,370 moustachioed drinkers of the Irish brew lose up to 162,719 pints each year.
And from Grown Diaries over the weekend, “Ode to the Potato”
Being of Irish and German extraction, I am, as you might expect, enamored of the humble potato.[…]
It is thus with great pleasure that I point to today’s poetry entry from the ongoing and endlessly entertaining Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor, “Ode to the Potato” by Barbara Hamby:
"They eat a lot of French fries here," my mother
announces after a week in Paris, and she's right,
not only about les pommes frites but the celestial tuber
in all its forms: rotie, purée, not to mention
au gratin or boiled and oiled in la salade niçoise.[...]
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