With a Gaelic name and a household that's 50% redheaded, you might think March 17th would yield a dinner of Shepherd's pie and Guinness...but you'd be wrong. To celebrate the not-quite-sure-what-it's-for-anyway holiday (no offense St. Patrick), we all donned our "pinch me not" green and dined on spinach salad, creamed spinach, green eggs and ham, lime jello jigglers, pistachio pudding parfaits, and Sprite. Hardly Irish, but certainly fun!

David was a great sport. Gotta love a guy that eats that for dinner one night, and cold cereal the next, without so much of a hint of disappointment. Thanks, D. I'm lucky...and you're charming. ;)