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When Irish Pants are Droppin’ on St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2014 by Kevin McKeever

St. patrick's day party beer

With St. Patrick’s Day upon us, so comes the inevitable confrontation with my ethnicity. My name, as they say, is as Irish as Paddy’s pig. This, however, assumes Paddy stuffed his sow with kielbasa and sauerkraut and then drenched her in marinara.

My mom’s parents emigrated from Italy. My dad’s relatives, to the best of his knowledge, are German and Polish. Consequently, every March 17 of my childhood consisted of facing a table of corned beef boiled beyond recognition and green-tinted Carling Black Label, and devising new ways to conceal the stench of mushy cabbage under mashed potatoes, used napkins or assorted condiments. Not exactly material that has the Ancient Order of Hibernians clamoring for me to marshal a parade.

Without a true family tree of Killarney strawberries to root me, a few years ago I decided to start our own traditional St. Patrick’s Day fest, holding it the Sunday before the real day. I found a recipe to my liking after consulting with the culinary experts of Google: a meal consisting of rubbing down a big point cut of corned beef with brown sugar, cutting up some carrots, onions and red potatoes then simmering it all for 12 hours in a Crock-Pot amid a loch of that one staple of my presumed ancestors’ homeland that does regularly run through my veins – Guinness stout.

When the time arrived, I poured myself a shot of Jameson, put on a CD of Celtic songs and let my little clan dig in. Shockingly, the meat was incredibly good – sweet, tender and slightly intoxicating though not in the sense that feeding it to my kids would result in a knock on the door from Family Services.

My Love claimed it was the best corned beef she ever had. She also believes it was the first corned beef she’d ever had. It’s believable. She’s a Midwestern farm girl of an undetermined Middle European stock that has most likely never even tried Lucky Charms.

The children, however, hated it. Most belligerent was my son who pronounced it “HOR-rible” and “dis-GUST-ing.” Given his lawyerly tendencies for arguing and citing precedent, even at age 5, I’m surprised he didn’t make a case for us eating shamrock-shaped McNuggets. He might have won that debate because they are, like our family, Irish in name only.

I felt a bit wounded by his rejection of our imaginary heritage. If I, as a father, cannot provide my children with some sense of where they came from beyond “mommy’s tummy” or “the hospital” and what that means, am I really doing my job? How will my children learn about the value of the family bond, the strength of blood over money and the need to remember lest we forget?

Then I sobered up and concluded I was reading an awful lot into the dismissal of a slab of fatty red meat.

Still, the next day – on St. Patrick’s Day proper – my son greeted me with a reassuring surprise.

My boy, who is that rare type of morning person whose fits of groggy attitude could make Attila the Hun soil himself, came downstairs dressed for school though not in the clothes I had laid out for him. Instead, he had put on a pair of brown corduroy pants, a green sweatshirt and the oversized foam leprechaun hat his mom had brought home for him last year after a business trip to Dublin.

“And look!” he yelled as he stood in the kitchen just a few feet from the previous day’s scene of heartbreak and heartburn.

With glee, he undid the button to his pants and let them fall to the floor.

Underneath, he sported a pair of shiny, emerald green soccer shorts.

Erin go bragh, my wee little laddie. Erin go bragh.

irish boy in leprechaun hat on st. patrick's day
(Photo: Kevin McKeever)

A version of this first ran on Always Home and Uncool. Photos: Top – Photo: © anaumenko / Adobe Stock. Bottom – Kevin McKeever

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Filed Under: holidays, NYC, relationships Tagged With: food and drink, growing up, humor, St. Patrick's Day, tantrums

About Kevin McKeever

City Dads Group Editor Kevin McKeever runs Write On, Kevin Communications when not being an at-home dad to three: boy, girl and canine. He wrote a two-time nationally award-winning newspaper column, blogs at Always Home and Uncool and tweets as @homeanduncool. His work has been featured in USA Today, Canada’s Globe and Mail, the New York Daily News and landfills worldwide.

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