Foods of the Irish

Saturday night, Augustus, Erasmus, and Mollie had crashed OLeif’s and Collette’s with a Bob Evans cherry cobbler.

And though not officially St. Patrick’s Day, that sunny Sunday morning, there was corned beef, potatoes, and hot cross buns at the Snicketts house for lunch. Followed by Midsomer Murders and chocolate fudge brownies. There were the usual laughs around the table.

Collette and Carrie-Bri had also been diverted reading back and forth accounts from their journals which Mom and Dad had kept for them when they were 4 and 2, respectively.

“Mom, this is so embarrassing!” Carrie would often say. “Did you have to keep a record of me being potty trained?”

Mom laughed, “But we were so proud of you.”

“Yeah, and all of Collette’s things are about how good she was, and all mine are about how Bing English and I got wound up, or how I was naughty during church, or how I fell down and got stung by wasps.”

It was off to the park that evening. The gray skies, chalky sands, and cliffs of Klondike Park. The boys were off on their bikes and Puck was bundled up to his ears. Carrie, (who had the propensity to dress ill-proportioned to the weather), was shivering, shuffling along in her flip-flops, sunglasses shading her eyes from the lack of sun.

“This always happens,” she said. “When we went to Maine I only brought swim suits and flip flops and it was freeeezing!”

Later, she joined Bing, Eve, and some of their friends for bowling.

OLeif was excited about tiny houses that night. Collette liked the all-terrain house vehicles (aka: living in a garbage truck (which had never been used for trash, of course)).