Stuffed

 I spent yesterday slaving over a hot stove preparing the St Patrick's Day feast.

That's a giant soda bread. I have no idea why I made such a big one this year. I usually make small ones now that it's just the two of us.

I sent The Mister to the store for potatoes and he came back with cupcakes.

It was a cold day. So cold The Mister built a fire in the afternoon. He never does that.

It was cold and damp outside but the kitchen was blazing. What I was looking forward to the most was my ice cold Killians. It did not disappoint.

 After all that food all I could do for the rest of the night was waddle down to the craft room and work on cards.

Of course I had The Quiet Man playing in the background. Another St. Patty's Day is in the books but where the heck is spring? I need some green.