I realize that you don’t have to be Irish to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
Or, “Sanit Patchreks Day”
My family is Norwegian. Most family dinners involve lefse (delicious) and klub (disgusting). Yet, for whatever reason, there is always, always corned beef and cabbage in the middle of March.
Side note: What makes beef corned? I’m not trying to be funny. I really don’t know.
I didn’t eat the beef or the cabbage but I absolutely ate dessert.
Shamrock cookies and pistachio pie. There’s another name for this pie, but this is a family blog and…you understand.
My little leprechauns had a great time playing with aunts and uncles (who are altogether too patient) and scarfing shamrock cookies.
My contribution to the meal was browned butter macaroni and cheese which sounds fancy, but isn’t.
It was meh so I’m not sharing my recipe. But if nothing else, the subpar mac and cheese along with the corned beef made me almost yearn for some klub.
Good thing I had cookies and inappropriate pie.
Happy (almost) Sanit Patchreks Day!