ON ST. PATRICK’S DAY, aren’t we all Irish?
Take me. Even though my ancestors are 100 percent stubborn German, I can list at least eight reasons why I am semi-Irish:
- I like potatoes—mashed, fried, French-fried, Au gratin, baked, in soup, hash browns and, yes, even tator tots.
- I eat cabbage, uh, I mean sauerkraut.
- If Irish eyes are smiling, then mine are smiling especially today. You see, my eyes are green.
- My grandma Ida often said, “The Irish and the Dutch, they don’t amount to much.” I have no idea why grandma said this, but, if you’re Irish or Dutch, please forgive this German woman. I didn’t believe her then; I don’t believe her now.
- Quick, what’s “magically delicious?” If you know the answer, then you have been, like me, indoctrinated by a leprechaun.*
- My favorite color is green. Every day, not just on St. Patrick’s Day.
- An Irishman, my Uncle Robin, was allowed to marry into my German family. However, my sister Lanae and I were extremely disappointed when we discovered that this native of Northern Ireland did not have red hair, freckles or pointy ears. We still love him, though, and his soft-spoken Irish brogue.
More importantly, our retired chemist uncle created Femara (letrozole), the drug used to treat breast cancer in postmenopausal women. How cool is that?
- While growing up, I sometimes searched the clover patch for a four-leaf clover, just like all the other German kids I knew.
So there. Have I proven that I am a tiny bit Irish?
What makes you Irish?
And, yes, I suppose drinking green beer counts, but only for today.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
(* Lucky Charms cereal is “magically delicious,” according to the General Mills leprechaun who has been telling us this for decades.)
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