March 17, 2010 § 6 Comments
Happy St. Patrick’s Day (and St. Urho’s Day yesterday!). I know according to some generally accepted food writing standard I’m supposed to be making use of this holiday conversation starter to share some recipe for colcannon or bangers and mash or Irish soda bread. But, I’m afraid I haven’t made any of those lately. Though I feel an affinity for Irish folks – my Viking ancestors having pillaged and conquered their villages and such (always have to give my Irish friends a hard time on St. Patty’s day) – I’ve never gotten into celebrating the holiday. Ack, wait! Don’t pinch me! Here’s something green. And not to worry, I’ll certainly be raising a pint tonight.
I’ve been musing about growing up lately. I just don’t feel like I make a particularly good grown up (growing old is a different story – I have high hopes of being a totally eccentric, white-haired old spitfire of a woman someday). Growing up has its perks, for sure. But, why are we expected to get so darn serious as we grow up? Life is too important to take seriously, I say! I still secretly want to be a ballerina. I still look for fairies and elves in the trees and flowers. I would rather chase after falling leaves and stomp in puddles than go running and do yoga (though I enjoy both of those too). It keeps things magical. « Read the rest of this entry »