Monday, March 15, 2010
LUCK OF THE IRISH
The other day I went to Walmart and what to my wandering eyes did appear… but a GREEN felt hat with a BIG sequined SHAMROCK on the front. Immediately enamoured, I decided I had to have it. It was perfect to help celebrate St. Patricks Day. It would go in my closet and join the other holiday hats I have. Some are antiques. Anyway… I finished shopping and took my merchandise to the front register and checked out. As I was pushing the cart, with the bag in it, towards my car… my cell-phone rang. It was my husband checking to see when I’d be home. We got into a conversation, as I stepped in my car and drove off. I was about a mile away before I realized I had forgotten to take the bag, from the cart. I hastily did a U-TURN in the middle of the road and headed back to the store. The cart was not where I left it. I went inside to see if someone had turned in the bag, with the hat and receipt. Surprise! Surprise! Nobody had. Someone had simply taken it from the cart in the parking lot. What a LUCKY find for them. I was mad. First… at myself, for leaving it… then, at my husband for distracting me, and finally, at the person who found the hat. Didn’t they think someone would MISS it and come back to get it. What gave them the right to just take it. I wouldn’t have kept the hat. Would you? It put a damper on my spirits. And reminded me of another incident, years ago in Chicago. I wore my favorite TARA brooch to a concert there. It was made with beautiful crystals and Irish Connemara marble. Sometime during the show or after… the clasp must have worked open and I lost this precious piece of jewelry. I cried for days, knowing it could never be replaced.. I wonder why things happen the way they do? Apparently the LUCK of the IRISH was NOT with me that day, either. No blarney. I’m Irish. My great grandmother, on my father’s side was born in County Cork, Ireland. She came to America on a big boat with her family, my family… back in the 1800’s. And the rest is history. Every year for St. Patrick’s Day… we celebrate by wearing green, dancing a jig, singing songs and eating corned beef and cabbage. Personally, I like boxty, instead. They’re Irish potato pancakes. I love mine wrapped with veggies… asparagus, onions, peppers, mushrooms that have been sautéed in Guinness, a classic Irish stout. You then top it, with a creamy pesto. You could add lamb, steak or chicken to the wrap, for a heartier meal. There’s an old Irish poem that says… “Boxty on the griddle, boxty in the pan, if you can't make boxty, you'll never get a man.” Something I don’t have to worry about... I can cook and I'm married. Traditional foods, family history and holiday celebrations, aside... I want to know why I didn’t inherit the GOOD LUCK of my people. Where’s my hat? Where’s my pin? Where's a leprechaun, when you need one?