fitzo
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The Irish-style corned beef stands waiting, tender as a Mother's breast. The potatoes cool slightly, firming, awaiting peeling and the blessing of the butter and parsley. The cabbage brightens briefly to a more vibrant Green as it boils, to let us know that it, too, wishes it were Irish.
Wonderful smells waft the air. Olfactory anticipation, the mouth is drenched in expectation.
The Black Bush was wonderful, sharp, but sweet on the back of the tongue. I do think I'll splurge today and have another.
The Chieftans prepare us for our repast, and a fine Irish lass will sing to us as we dine of both the joy and sadness that is our heritage.
A good day to celebrate the Blessing of having Irish blood course your veins! Aye, good indeed.
My best wishes to you all today!
Postscript: Here's to my fine Riley lass for a wonderful meal. She sure can cook. Thanks, Nanc! It was great. All my Love.....

The Black Bush was wonderful, sharp, but sweet on the back of the tongue. I do think I'll splurge today and have another.
The Chieftans prepare us for our repast, and a fine Irish lass will sing to us as we dine of both the joy and sadness that is our heritage.
A good day to celebrate the Blessing of having Irish blood course your veins! Aye, good indeed.
My best wishes to you all today!

Postscript: Here's to my fine Riley lass for a wonderful meal. She sure can cook. Thanks, Nanc! It was great. All my Love.....