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My subject is: Tell us about a St. Patricks Day you (sort of) remember. It was submitted by: The Momisodes. Here goes:
There are quite a few St. Patrick’s Days I could tell you about, or partially tell you about. Especially those that took place during my college years. But the one I’m going to tell you about is from a few years after I had graduated from college. I was living in an apartment, had worked as a Social Worker for a few years and at this point was the Director of Social Services in a private Long Term Care facility. My best friend was working a few evenings Cocktail Waitressing at a Pub in my home town and I decided to work an evening or two a week also.
Liam’s Irish Tavern was generally fairly quiet on the nights I worked and I enjoyed it. I served a few beers, learned some very . . . ahem . . .interesting songs from some really fun Irish bands, visited with friends who’d occasionally stop by, have a drink at the end of the evening and go home.
And then March came around. We’d been told that whether or not it was our night to work, St. Patrick’s Day was all-hands-on-deck. That was fine with me, my favorite Irish band would be playing, green beer would be flowing, everyone I know in town would be in. This was going to be fun.
So maybe fun isn’t exactly how I’d describe it. Torture would be a good word. It was PACKED, like unable-to-take-a-single-step-without-getting-to-know-someone-intimately packed. They were drinking, dancing and drinking, singing and drinking, walking around to see who was there and drinking, spilling and drinking, yelling to be heard and drinking, standing wall-to-wall and drinking . . .
At first I tried to do my job; take orders, fill the orders, pay the bartender for the drinks and head out to the table. Nope, not gonna happen. I’d hold my tray up in the air, but at five feet tall, I couldn’t get through the crowds to the tables. People would just grab drinks off my tray and throw money onto the tray. What wasn’t taken was spilled into my hair and down my neck. When I’d finally make it to a table and lower my tray I’d find an empty pitcher or two, a few beer glasses that were one third full at best and NO shot glasses.
OK, Plan B. Skip taking orders, go straight to the bar, get a bunch of beers, pitchers and shots and just turn around. Drinks were taken, money was left, if I didn’t try to get to the tables I could even avoid more beer down my shirt. Once the bouncers saw that I couldn’t move, they’d come and surround me to get me through the crowd. I knew they just wanted to see the one woman wet t-shirt contest that resulted from my trying to walk, but I preferred my Plan B to a green beer soaking, so I sent them on their way.
A few times through the night the band would grab me or a crowd I knew from High School would grab me and I’d find myself taking a break from (not) serving drinks (anyway) to dance or sing along:
Oh, dear, what can the matter be
Seven old ladies stuck in the lava-tree
They were there from Sunday till Satur-dee
Nobody knew they were there.
Can’t remember my kids names or what I had for dinner last night, but I STILL remember the words to that song!
The night went by in a huge wet green blurr. My feet were sore, I was exhausted, bumped and bruised. I was soaked and my shoes stuck to the floor. I’d NEVER wear those clothes again, but I was grinning from ear to ear. And in the early hours of the morning when I sat down at the bar, had a drink and finally started to pull my tips out of my apron, hair, ears, shirt, and pockets, I realized this: That pot full of gold at the end of the rainbow . . . I had found it.
Rosemary Beef Stew
Rosemary Beef Stew
2 lbs. Stew Beef
3 Tbsp oil
1 onion, chopped
1 cloves minced garlic
1 (28 oz) can diced Italian Tomatoes
1 cup water
3/4 cup white wine
1/4 cup dried parsley
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp dried rosemary
1/2 tsp pepper
4 new potatoes, cut into bite-sized pieces
1/2 lb mushrooms, quartered
1 zucchini, cut lengthwise, then sliced
1 small bag frozen peas
fresh or frozen pearl onions
*Heat the oil in a large pot and brown the beef. Remove the beef and saute the onion and garlic in the same pan until the onions are soft. Add the beef back into the pot.
*Add in the tomatoes, water, wine, parsley, salt, rosemary and pepper.
*Bring to a boil, reduce heat, cover and simmer for 2 hours.
*Add the potatoes, cover and simmer for another half hour.
*Add the mushrooms, zucchini, peas and pearl onions. Cover and simmer another half hour.
NOTE: I will often brown the beef, saute the onion and garlic, then finish making it in the crockpot.