Although Jerry is particularly proud of his Italian ancestry, every year on St. Patrick's Day, he encourages me to embrace my Irish heritage -- probably because he thinks being married to someone with a family tree that can be traced back to immigrants who came to the U.S. during the potato famine gives him street cred on the holiday of drunken debauchery.
To me, St. Patrick's Day is for college students. I remember waking up to green beer and bagels at my sorority house and drinking the day away in a sea of green feathery boas, plastic hats, fake Shamrock tattoos that always found a home on my cheeks and green eyelashes and nail polish.
Now it just seems pathetic to even give a nod to the date by wearing a green sweater to work. So I always refuse.
"AT LEAST EAT BOILED POTATOES FOR EVERY MEAL!" Jerry prods. "Or go out in the street and punch the first person you see in the face."
His idea of the Irish is apparently as culturally pigeonholed as you can get -- tubers and fistfights.
But I have to admire him for his never-ending love of holidays -- even the minor ones I have long since refused to acknowledge.
When I woke up from a nap yesterday, Allison tromped into our bedroom wearing her lime green top paired with Kelly green capris for the summer months. She looked absolutely ridiculous, but I instantly remembered what day it was. Jerry followed closely behind wearing a giant grin.
He then informed me that he had been looking up Irish-inspired dishes and settled on traditional corned beef and cabbage (and potatoes, of course) to make for me to take to work. He had the required ingredients written down on a folded piece of computer paper and planned to take Alli with him to the grocery store while I hit the gym.
It was either that or give him free reign with the green food coloring, so I just smiled. There was no use arguing.
When I got back from my workout, Jerry rounded the corner looking distraught.
"The only corned beef they had wouldn't have been ready in time, so I did my best," he said. "I got potatoes because they eat those with every meal, and salad because it's green and pork because they have to have a ton of livestock with all those rolling hills, right?"
I just laughed.
Any holiday that excites Jerry to do the week's grocery shopping and fire up the grill is worth celebrating in my book.