Growing-up (teenage years) my mom would put together a fabulous green dinner for St. Patrick's Day--spinach fettichini noodles with pesto sauce, green jello with pears, limeade, you get the idea. Well this year I felt depressed (I don't know why, this isn't the first year I've been away from home) that I wasn't doing the same with my family. Instead we celebrated more traditionally by eating fish from the sea and drinking our beer warm. So next year when St. Patrick's Day roles around and I feel homesick for that family tradition, I'll think of my ancestors from Ireland who still continued celebrating their family traditions even hundreds of miles away.
3 months ago
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