Growing up, we always had St. Patrick's Day off. Technically it was for Evacuation Day (obscure Revolutionary War holiday), but it always felt so special. The whole extended family would get together, just like it was a "real" holiday - we'd use the china, and even the little glasses with the shamrocks. There's be corned beef and all the holiday veggies - and we'd dye the mashed potatoes green. Then there were always Entimenn's cupcakes with candy shamrocks for dessert.
We never missed a year, and even after we all grew up and didn't get March 17th off, at least we'd still do something with just our smaller family.
Except this year.
I refuse to put my mom in jeopardy with this stupid virus, and because it can take so long to know if you've had it or not ... I just refuse.
We're still making our own corned beef. I will still dye the potatoes. But it's just not the same.
The kid started some independent research projects today. I kept cleaning the kitchen. Finishing consolidating the half-empty hand sanitizer bottles into the bigger bottle. Ho-hum.
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