Crisalli, as you may have guessed, is not an Irish name. But, everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day. Bertie and I visited my parents on St. Patrick's Day and we all sat down to enjoy a traditional Irish feast of heart-warming beef strew. Tender chunks of beef in a thick, rich gravy with potatoes and carrots was joined by purple cabbage and mashed potatoes infused with the flavor of horseradish. As an additional savory side, we enjoyed freshly-baked cheddar cheese muffins.
However, the "luckiest" part of the day was the gorgeous cupcakes my mother had made. Chocolate and white cupcakes were iced with a swirl of creamy, buttercream frosting and adorned with beautiful green dots (which looked rather like green grainiti gold-work to me) and shamrocks. Gorgeous work!
I almost sang "Danny Boy." Almost. Thankfully for those around me, I did not.