Clover Cookies

Holiday enthusiast that I am, family and friends are often suggesting great ideas to me. My sister, in particular, also a holiday aficionado, has great recommendations for celebrations, events and party themes and is always on the lookout for topics for my blog.

Just recently she introduced me to these sanded clover cookies:

  
Of course, I was delighted.  Not only are these cookies adorable (and delicious), they sing to my Celtic roots and, most importantly, bring focus to  a very special day in my life -- the birth of my firstborn on St. Patrick’s Day, 1993. 

When the anesthesiologist mentioned in labor and delivery, “looks like you’re going to have a little leprechaun,"  I have to admit I was excited.  Granted, that was mostly because that indicated that my 20+ hour labor must be drawing to a close, but also because it meant our daughter would be born on March 17th; a fun, merry-making day for everyone, Irish or not.  Consequently, I love all things St. Patrick's Day including these:
 

These cookies are made in California but were purchased, all the way across the country at my local Whole Foods.  They can also be ordered online.   When I checked out Gianna's website I was delighted to discover they make other great holiday cookies too -- hello Easter bunnies and eggs and carrots! The dove is my favorite.   I love the baseball, basketballs and soccer balls, too. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a great Irish Coffee!
 

Checkmate

Bobby Fischer (1943-2008) on a November 1971 cover of Life magazine.

Chess legend James Robert "Bobby" Fischer was born 68 years ago today in Chicago, Illinois. For many, even those who don't play the competitive board game, Bobby Fischer's name is a household word, almost synonymous with the challenging contest. 

My husband was captain of his high school chess team. He also played baseball and football (in case you were wondering if I married a nerd).

Our sweet boy, in the 5th grade, contemplating his next move.

Our son loves chess, too. He has been playing on and off for about 6 years.  He has just recently become serious about improving his skills and competing.  

Consequently, I've learned a bit about the game including that it has its origins in 6th century Persia and that there is a movement to make chess an Olympic event (though summer or winter, I'm not quite sure).  I've become familiar with words like "castle" and "Grandmaster" too.

Would you think less of me if I admitted that I lack the powers of concentration and the cognitive, problem-solving, numerical and spatial skills among others, to be any good at chess?  I am more of a Connect Four, Mancala and UNO girl.  But I can still appreciate the genius of Bobby Fischer and the men in my life who  enjoy the game of chess.   

Mardi Gras

Tomorrow is the last day of the Mardi Gras season.     

And though my husband spent his last two years of high school in Louisiana and a good friend grew up in New Orleans,  I have to admit, I was never intrigued by the celebration that is until our trip to Louisiana last fall when my interest was peeked.

My daughter and husband look out over Lake Pontchartrain.

Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, celebrations outside of Louisiana are no doubt mostly limited to expatriates, though you can sometimes see evidence of those longing for life in the Pelican State (or maybe just those who appreciate a good party) in other places.   

For example yesterday, just a few streets over from my house, I spotted this:

 

I couldn't resist the urge to stop and take a few photos.  I bet these folks are fun!

In our local grocery stores at this time of year, you can find King Cake in the bakery section (or you can make your own) and this will be our own little taste of Mardi Gras.

I have to say, the notion of the King Cake and it's baby Jesus (remember my nativity infatuation?) is really special and a tradition, Louisianan or not, that I'm happy to adopt. 

"Laissez les bon temps rouler"