Every city I've ever lived in celebrated St. Patrick's Day in a similar fashion: Beer, Bagpipes, Drunk-Girls-With-Green-Plastic-Hats.* Philly has added a new level to this mighty mixture: The Irish Potato. It's not a potato as much as a small ball of cinnamon-covered mixture of coconut, cream cheese, and sugar (lots of sugar).
They actually look like cute little potatoes, and since I love all things mini and cute, I was on board. Plus, it's a member of the candy/dessert family, which I am a ardent supporter of. The
Philadelphians love 'em, almost as much as their cheese steaks and Eagles. So, when in Philly...
The verdict? I'm not quite convinced. There almost unbearably sweet, and the taste of the cinnamon coating tastes like dirt to me. Two days later, 1/2 of the package remains untouched. That's not a good sign. But, who knows- maybe after 6 green beers and a pile of corned beef, nothing would be better. Now where's my green plastic hat?
*Not that there's anything wrong with that
There are 3 things I wish I could do better (or do, period): speak french, sing on key, and sew cute clothes for myself. Over at Thimbly Things, they've totally pushed my want to sew to the top of the list. I think I'll start with this idea to add some sass to my tired collection of cardigans.
I love the vision Ellie at Mint Design has for her new place. Good luck with the move!
Flight of the Conchords is looking for a new poster and they're letting normal boobs like us choose. Which one do you like best?
This is how I feel today: Like an octopus in space, grasping on to a can of beer with all my might.
Check out Raquel Castillo's amazing hand-crafted vintage jewelry. Please, someone forward this link to Michelle Obama. She'll love it.
Design*Sponge sent Sarah from Saipua to Paris for a little bit of spring flower research. Le sigh... See more pics here.
Happy first day of spring to you all. While it may not feel quite like spring has sprung on the east coast (snow?! What did we do to deserve this?) I assure you, the cherry blossoms will soon bloom and happy days will be here again.
A bit of advice for the fellas: If you want your girl to get off your back about watching so much sports, and actually have her support your goal to watch ever college basketball game that airs in the month of March- get her to enter her office basketball pool. Case in point: Me.
Every city I've ever lived in celebrated St. Patrick's Day in a similar fashion: Beer, Bagpipes, Drunk-Girls-With-Green-Plastic-Hats.* Philly has added a new level to this mighty mixture: The Irish Potato. It's not a potato as much as a small ball of cinnamon-covered mixture of coconut, cream cheese, and sugar (lots of sugar).
I had a lovely birthday yesterday. It was gray and chilly here in Philly, which made for the perfect lazy Sunday. We brunched, we shopped, we ate cupcakes. What more could a girl want?
