Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit….
“I was thinking we could get a corned beef and make a big pot of corned beef and cabbage,” my son enthused. His green eyes sparkled at the thought of it.
He waxed poetic about the ole days when we would celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with corned beef and cabbage. A toast to my grandfather, the author of those manuscripts I’ve struggled with the last few years, and to our alleged Irish ancestors–but then everyone claims to be Irish for that one day–a fully excused and actually obligatory Guinness celebration. Continue reading “Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit”