before all y'all get all sorts of exxxtra-stooopid with green beers,
and puking piles of peeled potatoes out yer taterholes,
let's take a quick second to remember one thing:
it's okay not to drink.
in fact,
it's a little bit more than just okay-
it's pretty F*ing expert.
yup.
don't get me wrong,
even though i'm 0% irish,
i'm still wearing molto green,
letting my eyes do some smiling,
blarney stoning my glib limerickin' tongue,
and crushing some boiled d(inner);
i'm just doo-dooing it soberly,
but not soberly,
as in- not liquored up, but still steady shamrockin' out-
which is great, especially if you understand how definitions work...
ha.
that said,
i made a thing.
check the teleport:
o'mcgawd!
gluten-free weirdie cakiness is in full effect, kids.
uh-huh.
i used rice and oats and millet,
with tapioca and xantham, to firm it up,
plus, white and brown sugars, to keep it sweet,
and when i had everything where i thought it should be,
and the flax-seed binder i whisked together was nice and thick,
i fired it up with some white mountain white girl goodness.
what?
oh.
they LOVE mint chocolate chip.
like, they LOVE-LOVE that sh!t,
and even though there's not one speck of wheat in it,
i'll bet they're gonna love this jammie jam, too.
little mini minty bits, and baby chocolate chips,
and the super-weird sponginess that rice flour imparts,
plus a three tone green zone of vanilla mint frosting swirls,
tsunamied across the entire top,
with just the babiest bit of emerald green big sugar crystal sprankles!
the accent activation is essential,
and that glittery leprechaun hat helps a whole lot with that.
y'like the site-specific placemat?
me too!
guys,
ampy-d isn't any kind of irish, either,,
but we still know about the holiday rules.....
presents for st. paddy's day??
yuuuuuup.
teleport:
we even got each other the same sparkly green gift bag.
awwwwwww.
we make the most of even the least applicable holidays.
after all,
rules is rules,
and too much is the right amount.
friends,
up here in the hallowed halls of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
it's not just the simple things that truly matter.
in fact,
it's all the EVERYthings that all always really matter.
there's no taking it easy,
there is only taking it to eleven.
today is the day for it,
just like every day,
except that today the grass is always greener directly beneath our feet.
huh?
.......no.
it's not contentment,
it's clover and shamrock in honor of the snakeless island in the atlantic.
*
i've got cake.
i've got a full day of work ahead of me.
i've got moves to make,
and time to take,
and a damned dirty dog doing his darnedest to derail all of it.
i guess english bull terriers don't cotton to irish holidays.
who knew the cultural rivalries would extend to canines?
on the ones,
he's being a real sunovab!tch,
and i've already been up forever listening to it.
he HATES big birds.
he does.
so if he so much as hears a woodpecker or a raven outside,
the next hour is ruined.
there's a packed and stacked unkindness perched in the trees,
cackling at the frustrated white gladiator losing his sh!t down below-,
all whilst a pileated knock-knock joke marathon is being performed
to the detriment of me and my morning as well.
nature wins, even when i'm not playing, i guess.
today is sure to be a real treat;
mcnever o'quiet, o'never mcsoft.....
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