St. Patrick's Day is a big deal in America. There are a lot of Irish Catholics in our area, and so you see lots of people and homes decked out in green shamrocks as we approach the middle of March.
Our family however is not. Nor are we Catholic.
So, we have never made a big deal out of St. Patty's day. This year however, we have been trying to plan a dinner/wine flight party with my sister and brother in laws for quite a while and it just so happened that we could all get together on, yep, you guessed it – St. Patty's Day.
I succumbed to pressure and bought some atrocious- made- in -China -St.- Patty's-decorations and funny hats for this evening.
So maybe this is the reason that I feel like indulging in the "I'm gonna pretend I am Irish" spirit that possesses so many Americans every year.
I think I read that Saint Patrick's day is celebrated much more in America than it is Ireland itself. Probably because here in the U.S. the celebration revolves around buying gaudy decorations, getting drunk in pubs, and sporting t-shirts and/or pins that say "kiss me I'm Irish. More than likely in Ireland its about going to Mass, and then having a wee nip later. Just speculating.
I think I also read that per capita more tea is consumed in Ireland than in any other country in the world.
Which is an extremely long-winded round about way to get to today's blog topic:
Drinking tea in the morning with The Babe.
It has become a bit of a late morning ritual, a hour or so after the mad flurry of getting the three big girls out the door to school, for me and the little one to make some tea and drink it together.
I always have my porcelain green mug.
(if you ever just want to indulge in some nice porcelain mugs and not get set back like 20 bucks go to TJMaxx, they have the best selection…I now refuse to drink out of anything but porcelain…snobby, I know).
She always has her "fancy, fancy" pink mug.
A plenteous drizzle of raw organic honey is a must.
As is a pair of vintage floral cloth napkins.
Usually toast spread with some home made peach jelly and yogurt accompany our tete-a-tete.
It was a few days ago that I took these shots. Sipping slowly, munching thoughtfully, I gazed at the long morning slats of light on our tea cups and just felt so happy. So content. So filled up with pretty, nurturing, good things. Shared with my little girl, who is every day getting less and less little. One day soon I know she will fly away to the land of "big girl" and I will wave at her till all that is left is the speck of her bright crisp new backpack, bouncing up and down as she marches out to conquer Kindergarten.
I love my coffee…its my early a.m. I-V, trust me. And nothing pairs with chocolaty decadent dessert like a strong cup of it.
However, there is something about tea; it makes you savor, makes you slow down.
Talk to any woman who is younger than 70 years old and I bet if you shoot a couple direct questions at her, questions that force her to answer honestly, not what she is expected to say, and you will hear that she wishes she could slow down the pace of her life. Wishes she could enjoy more…wishes she had a clue on how to even start.
I don't think drinking green tea with organic honey in discount porcelain mugs will solve all these problems…but it may not be a bad start.
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Here's to pretending I am Irish…for a day.