As we returned home from the St. Patty’s Day parade, there were two things running through everyones minds: Was that leprechaun midget really humping the giant shamrock on the Elks float? And what’s to eat? I do not believe that he was humping it, but rather vomiting on top of it with such forceful heaves that it gave the illusion of sweet passionate leprechaun dendrophilia. Maybe next year, guys! The other question has an answer, unfortunately we waited until we had been emmersing ourselves into our Irish “heritages” all day. So with that, and with it being St. Patrick’s Day and all, we knew that our homemade feast had to be traditional, authentic…and because we stopped off and got another five cases of Guiness, cheap!
What is Irish food? With a glance around the kitchen, things began to fall into place. Potato. Lucky Charms. Cabbage. Guiness. Corned beef. Baileys. Well, we had leftover KFC mashed potatoes, the booze, some corned beef we snagged from the bar in our keeper cups (as if we knew we would be stopping to spend our remaining funds on more booze), the Charms, a pre-made salad mix of undetermined origin that had appeared in the crisper some time ago. And naturally anything a couple of twentysomething bachelors would have around their apartment…so not much else. But we took what we had, which was a combined blood-alcohol level of about 0.55, and put together our inebriated version of a fine tradional irish feast.
Imagine yourself enjoying a fine early morn as you stroll down the pathway by the moors. A light fog still persists as the sun begins its slow birth. The rays that break through splash upon your face as you take in the finest of life’s moments, each one brings warmth to your still wakening skin. You turn back home to begin your day, with the vision of Heaven in your mind, you know that today is already a good day. And such a fine Irish day should also be accompanied by a fine Irish breakfast.
The days work has been done, the homestead rests easy for another night thanks to your toils. Such gratification is reward enough for any man. But there comes a time when one must treat themselves to a little taste of enjoyment and bliss. As the luck of the Irish finds you on this day, it brings you such reward. Allow yourself to give in to the sensation, give yourself as you ask your land to abide by your hands. Let the clouds come down upon you as you asend into the night’s sky, each star but a mere crystal of flavor on your savory morsel.
Magical Lucky Charm Balls
Rice Crispie Treats with an Irish temper! Charms rolled in a reduction of Guiness, Baileys, sugar & honey.