Okay, so who else ate corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day? I didn’t — not this year! I ate corned beef and cabbage once a year for twenty-two years, and that was enough.
I bought a hunk of corned beef eight March’s ago, right after I got married, just because it was tradition. That hunk of meat sat in my freezer for a whole year and a half before I finally threw it in the trash! I still love cabbage in just about any form, but the corned beef? Not so much.
The tradition, I loved. I didn’t mind eating the once-a-year boiled meat meal. It was special, even then. My family had traditions for just about every holiday, major and minor! Mom was rather amazing about that kind of stuff.
Every March 17th morning, my mom would serve green oatmeal. (These days she turns the half-and-half green, so the family drinks green coffee!) We’d hang out curbside for the huge St. Patrick’s Day parade in Holyoke, and then drive to my grandparents’ house for the corned beef and cabbage meal.
I still always wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. Always will, too! I give you permission to pinch me if I don’t. Other traditions, I have yet to develop. I don’t even think my kids knew it was a special day today! Tomorrow I plan to study the history of St. Patrick with Kbug, and maybe we’ll celebrate a day late with some green food.