March has arrived, and thankfully, spring is just around the corner (spring ahead this weekend with your clocks!). This has been a long–very long and cold and very snowy winter in Northeast Ohio. Today in fact is Fat Tuesday, and I’m finding myself wishing I was in New Orleans for all the Mardi Gras fun, and also just to get away from single digit temperatures. I recently read that maple syrup season is somewhat delayed here in Geauga County because the sap just isn’t running yet; we haven’t had any warm-ish nights to get it going.
So, being half Irish, when the calendar hits March I start to anticipate St. Paddy’s Day (NOT St. Patty’s Day!) in a big way. I love eating corned beef, drinking beer, polishing my shillelagh, drinking beer and speaking with a half-baked Irish accent as much as the next person (if the next person is my husband Paul). Did I mention I like drinking beer? I also look forward to Cleveland’s big St. Patrick’s Day parade (one of the oldest in the country, 147 years running) when it isn’t snowing. For ten years running, Paul and I had a party we called Leprechaun Lunacy. I keep promising it will return one day, and it will. Just not this year.
This year several exciting things are going on for the Irish high holiday. Jack will be the Grand Marshall of the St. Patrick’s Day parade in his corner of Arkansas! St. Patrick’s Day on the Hill on March 15th in Fayetteville promises to be a beery affair, with great Irish music, Irish dancers, and of course a craft beer garden!
The morning of the 17th, Paul and I are looking forward to Kegs-n-Eggs at our local dive bar, Unc’s Patio, a full one minute from our house. And that evening, from 4-close, I will be pouring beer at Chardon BrewWorks and trying out that Irish accent on patrons. And perhaps I’ll even flash my shamrock tattoo. Slainte!