Monday, 19 March 2012

St Patricks Day

First off havnt written in a spell due to student activities that have been due in the past few weeks and one coming up in a couple of days, but I feel good about that one so I am taking a brake from paper writing to write in here.
We all know that St Patricks Day is by far the best holiday (Im from the Boston area). I mean if you dont like snakes, like the color green and enjoy beer, whiskey and all things Irish then there is no reason that I can think of, of way you might dislike this holiday. Also you are Irish for a whole day, wheather you want to be, already are or dont want to be. how often does that happen?
I trying to be a responcible young adult, student, studying abroad, also in Scotland, haha. I desided the best course of action would be to hold a Potluck style dinner party. Thinking that people can eat food while drinking making them far less likely to circum to blood poisening.  I thought it was a good idea, other then realizing that the rest of the students along with my self all have projects due in the coming weeks that they should be working on. So only a smaller group out of the large number of inventations verbly spoken out to my fellow students were able to come.  The smaller number of people at the party was not a bad thing, it being a potluck and all. With the 11 or so people there was so much food that me and my roommates are still trying to work through it, theres four of use and its been two days.

I started the day with a quick trip to the gym, outfited in my green on green with green. Was once again for the second year depressed to see a very small amount of people in the city wearing anything that closely related to the color of green. I returned to my flat mid day where one of my flatmates whom remindeds me of one of my cousins back, brought his projector into my room and played the movies Boondock Saints and Leprechaun on my wall while we watch the six nation rugby games of the day on his computer. All the while drinking substains of malty quality (the drinking age in the UK is 18 years of age.)(I had spent the entire week prier stock piling on beer, visting in on all the stores every day to see if they had good deals on, I dont have a drinking problem, I had a buying problem but Im done with that.) In between the two movies I make a green herb bread for my potluck main course idem which was a ham, lettice, tomato, mustard and cheese hero sub cut up. Having already made a chocolate Guinness cake the night before with whiskey chocolate filling, dark chocolate frosting with a cool green mint meringue fluffy topping, while watching a film about Irish independance.
The night went good in my option, though people did end up leaving early to go work on projects and loss themselves in drinking holes. Over all not a bad St Pattys Day abroad, next year Ireland!
This is the chocolate Guinness cake before I put it together, I forgot to take a photo of after it was all stacked up, sadly. But that just means I have to make it again, which by no means is a bad thing. It was so good! and I went off recipe because well the oringal one was no as cool as it should have been, being a cake made from beer.

Due to the general lack of photos I had taken on the day, this is one I did not forget to get a picture of. This is my breakfast that I tryed to make my oatmeal green and only got little specks here and there and my coffee of irish influence that I also tryed to make green but it just made it more brown.

This was a cake brought by on of the students from my Curling team who was able to come to the putluck. And more so in the picture the Leprechaun that she made with her two hands! I thought it was wicked cool and I shall correct and one who may say anything against it, he also came with a pot of gold which is not in the photo but was also of very wicked craftswomensness.

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