March 17, 2015
"Éirinn go Brách"
St. Padraig's bio makes for an interesting read. Myth and fact clash. For instance, did you know the first parade was in the US? Not Ireland. Only the saints know where the green beer comes from. Ah! Perhaps turning green after imbibing way too much of the pale brew was the initial cue?
St. Pat is known as the apostle of Ireland. He never drove away the snakes; rumor has it there were never any there to begin with. I like this: http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2015/03/17/393565373/to-eat-authentically-irish-this-st-patrick-s-day-go-for-the-butter Yes, I buy the stuff. It tastes like green pastures, sweet milk from pastured cows, blarney, and sea salt. The brand I buy isn't even there! Have I been duped? Oh, say it ain't so!
I like this: "Irish cows graze on those temperate hills from March to October, and are only milked during those months." No need for udder butter on the pasture mudders. This is even better: "Grass-fed milk produces a rich butter, yellow with natural beta carotene. The polyunsaturated fats in fresh grass also make for pats that are softer than those from hay or grain — all the better for spreading across your scone. Like most European dairy, Irish cream also has a higher butterfat content, creating soft butter with a richer mouthfeel. And the end result?" The end result? Read the rest. But remember this first, You cannot put up your dukes with buttery fingers.
Okay, this is the truth, not a plug. I buy Kerrygold. Pay more--eat less--healthy heart.
To all the true and/or honorary Irish, I wish you the luck of the Irish!