Admit it: drinking green stuff is fun, no matter how old you are. Lets raise a glass today and make a toast to family, good health and good friends.
My Mom is The Sample Lady at a hoity-toity grocery store in Southern California. It’s the absolute perfect job for her, although she doesn’t see it that way.
I’ve never actually seen Mom workin’ her samples, but I have a pretty clear picture of what it must be like to come upon her at her table of petite bites of food. You see, Mom’s not by any definition what you’d call a “people person.” According to Mom, the people who come to her table are all “a bunch of fat pigs.” Most of them, either wealthy housewives or “spoiled brats” from the high school across the street. Apparently more than once Mom has told a greedy customer “you’ve had enough, go away.” While I think it’s pretty funny, I find it especially karmic, it wasn’t long ago when Mom’s favorite Saturday activity to go to Costco for “lunch.” Mom would push her cart right up to the edge of sample table so that nobody could get between her and the food samples. She would sample everything; if she liked it she would sample it again just to be sure. Mom would strategically move from table to table, sometimes picking up her pace if it looked like someone might get there before her. Even then she complained about all the “ fat pigs.” I find it especially amusing that she doesn’t see the irony in this. And they say there’s no such thing as Karma!
I digressed — what I wanted to say is that today Mom is making Colcannon for those brave souls that dare approach her sample table. Colcannon is a traditional Irish dish of mashed potatoes, milk, butter, cabbage and onion. Mom said “I don’t think it’s on your diet Kelley, but it’s yummy.” With that, here’s a recipe for Colcannon, it sounds gross to me but you may like it. I’m gonna celebrate today with a couple of glasses of Irish Whiskey and some green cookies. I know, probably not on “my diet” but WTF it’s a holiday! My advice, do whatever pleases you today!
I leave you with a St. Patrick’s Day Blessing
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.
P.s. I love you Mom!