Growing up, we lived next to little Unqua Lake. 'Twas not much in terms of size; but it afforded us lots of fun, via rowboat, ice skates and fishing poles. And there were ducks...and more ducks....and more ducks. Of course, there were swans and geese, too; but they had a tendency towards nastiness, guarding our lawn when we wanted to bask in the sun, while lying next to the lake. The ducks, though, were just gentle little inhabitants, brightening our day. Thus, I have never tasted duck in my dining experiences. "Never" as in "Not Ever"! Just can't devour my little buddies.
But celebrate life we did, and St. Patrick's Day was no different than any other holiday to dine by. My amazing Parents educated us about many cultures, and took great pleasure in celebrating the holidays of others. Hey, if food was involved, it was a win-win situation; bloodlines mattered not! So, in honor of St. Pat, we went traditional with a New England boiled dinner. It was salty as all get-out, and delicious; or so it seemed at a special time in life!
Here's to the Luck o' the Irish and a Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Hmmm; some green pesto sauce is appropriate for tonight, ya think?
