Money isn't the only things that's green

Guess I need to get the St Paddy's day pictures up before they become more questionable than they already are. this decoration is on our front door, but on the outside it says KIss Me, I'm Irish...that one makes Michael scared to answer the front door...hee hee!

You probably will not see these lovely dishes on any Rachel Ray show (did I hear you say "Thank Heavens"?), but they did turn out to be lovely shades of my favorite color. In case you are having trouble identifying them, these are green mashed potatoes...

Next, we have a vision of loveliness with the green fried chicken...

Now, sad to say (maybe only for me), the pears in the green jello stayed white.

The grand finale was the green cream cheese frosting on the home-made carrot cake (since I was called carrot top as a child).

And here it is, almost all put together...in the background, you will see the appetizing green milk and the Irish soda bread with green stripes running through it. Don't you regret missing this meal?

My older daughter is too practical to do this, my next youngest daughter lives on her own and doesn't cook, but my son and daughter-in-law are just loopy (not nearly as loopy as me, for which Brande is probably saying "Whew") enough to hold on to this tradition he grew up with (wow, the English major in me hates ending a sentence with a preposition).

Okay, Michael has come back with the cow manure and top soil, so I gotta go cheer him on and also go get the llama beans (poop) from Mimi.

Thanks be to our gracious God that these wonderful and crazy things are blessings in my life.