St. Patrick's Day Wrap-Up

I had a really good introduction to this post thought out.  But then I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher.  And ate a brownie.  And then I grabbed my camera so that I could post pictures in this post.  And by the time I sat down at the computer, the good introduction to this post was lost.  Boo.  The brownie was good, at least.  More on that later.

So yesterday was St. Patrick's Day.  It's a fairly big holiday here at our house.  In fact, last week Young One was asking my husband what he thought my favorite holidays were.  He said "Christmas is her favorite.  Probably Easter or St. Patrick's Day are her next favorites."  He's not too far off the mark.  Thanksgiving ranks up there too.  I like food holidays.  Big surprise.

Back to St. Patrick's Day.  Are we Irish?  Yes.  Some of us more than others.  I'm about a quarter Irish owing to my maternal grandmother's line.  My husband is about zero Irish.  So our kids get to claim 1/8 Irish ancestry.  Was it a big deal for my family growing up?  Not that I can remember.  Of course we ate corned beef and cabbage on March 17th, but beyond that, I can't recall much in the way of celebrations.  So why do I make a big deal out of St. Patrick's Day?  Part of it is because I make a big deal out of ancestry.  I think it's important for my kids to know where they came from and who their ancestors are.  (To that extent, I'm creating a family history gallery in my dining room.  It's just in the early stages, but I'm excited about it and will post more about it when it's further along.)  But the other part of celebrating St. Patrick's Day is just for fun.

So here's how we celebrated yesterday:

I was awoken at 7:00 on a dark Sunday morning.  "Mommy!  MOOOOOmmmy!  Mom!  Mom! MomMomMomMomMom!!!  Come on!  You gotta get out of bed.  The leprechauns came and they made a huge mess and you just gotta see what they did this year!"  And with that, I was pulled from my nice warm bed, my eyeglasses were handed to me by little hands, and we went out into the hall.

Leprechauns.  Ugh.  Little monsters made my trip down the stairs interesting, to say the least:

They wrapped some type of green mesh tape over the stairs.  So groggy, pre-caffeinated me had to descend the stairs in the always popular booty-bump fashion.  The leprechauns also strung up metallic streamers everywhere (you can kind of see the streamers in the top of the photo), filled the living room floor with green and white balloons, and generally left all sorts of mischief in their wake.  Wait til you see what they did to my kitchen:

Not only did those little men in green manage to haul out my donut maker, but they also somehow found all the ingredients in the pantry necessary to make green donuts.  They must have made close to 3 dozen mini donuts, but then they left the mess to be cleaned up by someone else.  Salt spilled on the counter top, ingredients left on the counter, and (worst of all in my book) they didn't rise out their batter bowl or even put it to soak.  (This is how my kids know that I'm not the leprechaun.  They know I'd never leave a messy bowl on the counter.)

After the leprechauns made donuts, they decided they needed to take a coffee break.  They got my miniature  Irish tea set down out of the china cabinet and poured some coffee and had a few donuts.  I guess mischief making is hard work.

This is how my kids know that leprechauns are truly naughty.  Because nobody is allowed to play with my miniature Irish teapot set, let alone take something out of the china cabinet.

But at least the leprechauns were nice and left us lots of green donuts to eat for breakfast, which the kids would have done immediately if the leprechauns had not also left them golden chocolates (along with all sorts of other goodies):

Slap bracelets, green beads, pencils, twisty straws - all in a green pot the kids can plant something in later on this spring.  (Did you notice the water bottle in the background? One of the kids left that on the table the night before.  The leprechauns turned the water green.)  Typically our leprechauns leave little treats for the kids each year, ostensibly to make up for the mess they leave in the house.  Why they never leave ME any presents when I'm the one who gets to clean up 75% of the mess is beyond me.  Maybe leprechauns have mommy issues.

So my morning went well - excited children amped up on green donuts and chocolate.  Major sugar crash right before we left for church.  Awesome.  But it's a holiday.  We play by different rules on holidays.

The rest of our St. Patrick's Day celebration takes place mostly around the evening meal, which I do enjoy preparing and, well, eating.  The St. Patrick's Day meal is comfort food.  Warm.  Filling.  And no matter where you go, most corned beef and cabbage dinners don't vary much in taste.  You know you're going to get pretty much the same flavors no matter where you eat your corned beef.  In fact, I remember my first St. Patrick's meal after I became a mom.  I'd given birth just a week before and I was so sleep deprived that I could not remember my first name, let alone cook a big meal.  My husband went to the local grocery and bought me some corned been and cabbage from the deli counter.  It was awesome.  Because it tasted just like mine and -best part- I could just sit on the couch in my pajamas, sleeping baby in my arms, and eat.

So here's what we had last night for our St. Patrick's Day meal:

The main part of the meal is simple to prepare: throw your corned beef into the crock pot.  Peel and halve potatoes and put them on top of the beef.  Peel carrots, leave them whole, and put on top of the potatoes.  Pour some water (enough to have about 2-3" of water at the bottom of your crock pot) over it all.  Cover and cook on low for about 8 hours.  Two hours before your meal is done, cut a cabbage into 6 wedges.  Put them in the crock pot and re-cover, and let the cabbage cook for the last 2 hours of the cooking time.  If you put your cabbage in at the beginning, it'll be mush by the end of the cook time.  Two hours of slow cooking is just enough.

At the top of the photo, you can also see the Irish soda bread I made last night.  In the past, I've made a far more complicated recipe (both in terms of ingredients called for and steps involved).  But I stumbled across a recipe on Pinterest that was only 4 ingredients and sounded simple.  I like simple.  Especially when I'm dealing with kids who refueled themselves after lunch with more leprechaun chocolate.  The recipe is on Let's Dish and can be found here.  It was a super simple bread to toss together (for the record, I don't keep buttermilk on hand so I just used skim milk soured with a bit of vinegar), knead a few times, and toss in a pan to bake right before our meal so that we'd have warm bread with our Irish feast.  It's a less complex bread than my usual recipe, but that doesn't mean it wasn't tasty.  My son ate 3 or 4 slices and declared it the best part of the meal.  I will cop to eating 2 slices with dinner.  And another one as a late night snack.  And another piece this morning after I shoveled snow.

For dessert, I made mint chocolate brownies.  

Why?  Because I could tint the frosting green to match the day's festivities.  And because mint and chocolate go so well together.  And goodness knows we can't ever get enough chocolate around here.  Again, this wasn't a super complicated recipe.  I used a boxed brownie mix, but I subbed fat-free Greek yogurt for the oil.  (See note below.)  The brownies turned out just as moist and tasty as they would have with oil, but now they have less fat and more protein.  I mixed regular white frosting from a can (softened in a glass bowl in the microwave) with some peppermint extract and green food coloring and frosted the brownies, then topped with chopped Andes mints.  And yes, I know topping the brownies with frosting and chopped chocolate kind of negates the healthy step of using Greek yogurt to cut down on fat.  Just let me live in my dream world, okay?  We have frosted brownies here.  They're magically delicious.  Wait, that's frosted Lucky Charms, isn't it?  Huh.  Well the frosted brownies are magically...good. 

Naturally, celebrating an ethnic-ish meal leads to conversation around the table, and my kids asked really good questions about who in our family was Irish, and how much Irish they were, and they asked questions about Irish history and traditions, and that makes all some of the craziness of preparing a holiday worthwhile.  Then they got into a discussion about our German heritage (there is a lot more of that type of water in their gene pool) and my son said "I don't want to be German because Hitler was German and he was evil." And I tried steering the conversation to good Germans and their contributions to society, but I got stuck and just offered them more brownies.  

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all.  May the luck of the Irish be with you.

Oh, and the side note on Greek yogurt and baking:  I'm going to be doing more of this substitution in the days ahead and try to blog about it.  If you want to try doing it yourself, here's a handy conversion chart that Chobani has on their website.  I need to make a magnet with the conversion so that I can keep it handy on my fridge.  Which, I hope you have a magnet like this one on your fridge to help you figure out the math/measurement part of those conversions:

It saves my math-challenged brain on a daily basis in the kitchen.  And it's incredibly helpful when you have to calculate how to figure out what 3/4 of a 3/4 cup is.  Because I'm not mathy like that.