From Brisket To Oxtail

Our St Patrick’s Day table in the late afternoon sun.
(photo R Graves)

The dinner, yea, the dinner was a great occasion. It was just warm enough to eat out on the tapas table which is always a thrill in the Spring to finally do that. So, our corned beef brisket was super and disappeared except for a few crumbs. Catherine and Dana were here to celebrate St Patrick and also the first dinner party of the post pandemic season.

I know that post pandemic phrase may be a little premature but it is the very beginning. We have a lot of pandemic to go but we have a start. Getting vaccinated sure is a breakthrough in personal relaxation. And there will be more and more of that. We are having oxtail soup today that is the back end of the cow. About as back as you can get. So we are going stem to stern on the pandemic and on the beef menu.

We had some readings about St Patrick and St Brigid yesterday and some material on fairies. And we had some Guinness and Harp and a little Jameson. But the drinking was highly under control. The pandemic has done that, left us with a certain caution or fear of new freedom. I am falling short with my words but you get it. It will take a while to find our new place in all this.

Henriette had a blessing in the Comments that I will place here.

“As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!“

the banister of life loves, Felipé.