Mrs. Teabody Celebrates her Irish Roots, er, Tubers
Please pass the potatoes Today is the day to celebrate all things Irish. It is the one day when almost everyone embraces some vestige of Emerald Isle DNA bespeaking some sort of connection with the land of music, poetry and good times. Enjoy your Irish Stew. Your corned beef and cabbage. Your soda bread. Drink Guinness till you're silly and/or Jameson's until you fall asleep. Me. I'm going full tilt potato. For some of us the potato is the ultimate comfort food. After all, It is familiar. It is dependably tasty. It is uncomplicated. Most Americans can easily identify the common white potato. Oh, it's gone fancy. It can be golden, red, purple. It can be fist-sized and nearly spherical, it can be egg-shaped, it can be long and skinny. If you do have Irish roots, there's a pretty good chance your family grows the same breed of potato their six great grandfathers planted. Because potatoes are delicious. (I'm talking about you, Kennebec). Mr. Webster describ