On the afternoon of St. Patrick's Day -- an incoming text from M.H. (hosting a dinner later that evening with two Irish men): "We need a pound of duck or goose blood."
Turns out he wasn't kidding. As it ended up they couldn't locate the blood, but they did find pigs feet.
It was a good thing, though, that the men put together lots of other good food, including brisket and cabbage, soda bread, and rutabagas.
I also had my first shot of Jameson. Whiskey. Wow. Talk about potent. I guess if your people are eating pigs feet, though, you're gonna wanna wash it down with Jameson.
But, like most of our get togethers, it's not the food or the drinks that really make the night. It's the friends. The biggest pot of gold in the world couldn't buy better friends. I get so excited to get together with these people, even when we have to look at pig's feet.