This weekend was St. Patrick’s Day. This is the day the Irish honor their patron saint and national apostle, St. Patrick. According to History.com, St. Patrick is the man who brought Christianity to Ireland in the early to mid 5th century. March 17th is the saint’s religious feast day and anniversary of his death on March 17, 461. The Irish has observed this holiday for over a thousand years.
This day falls during the Christian season of Lent. The Irish families would traditionally attend church in the morning then break out the celebrations in the afternoon. What’s interesting is that the Lenten prohibitions (actually they’re Catholic prohibitions since the Protestants don’t really prohibit anything during Lent) against eating meat were waived and people would dance, drink and feast on the traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage.
These days, St. Patrick’s Day has become a day of parades, drinking and revelry. In 2007 A Catholic priest launched a scathing attack on how St Patrick’s Day has become “Paddy’s Week” – and is now “an excuse for mindless alcohol-fuelled revelry”. He also said, “It is time to reclaim St Patrick’s Day as a Church festival, one that should have a special ecumenical perspective, since all Christians in Ireland trace the origins of their faith back to Patrick.”
Not intending to sound sarcastic but Christians have been saying that about Christmas for years and nothing has happened yet. I earnestly wish you the best of luck.
This weekend, however, I’m not celebrating St. Patrick’s Day by eating Irish bacon and cabbage and drinking beer. My household is celebrating the end of cedar season and the best way to celebrate is to eat steak! My poor husband has cedar allergies (called cedar fever for those of you who are lucky enough not to know what it is) in a very bad way. I blogged about it here. It’s so bad that from December (late November this time around) until mid to late March, he must abstain from beef and dairy to keep his symptoms at bay. Don’t ask me why, all we know is that somehow those two food items somehow exacerbate cedar allergies. This year he started irrigating his sinuses and that also helped immensely.
Anyway, we went to the best steakhouse in Central Texas: Murphy’s Steakhouse in Winchester. Winchester an an itty bitty town way out in the middle of nowhere (it takes us about an hour’s drive to get there) and at some point I heard that they grow their own beef right out back. I believe it because it has the flavor of freshness, much better that what you get out of your grocer’s refrigerator case. For those of you who don’t live anywhere close, I’m truly sorry for your loss.
We’ve been going out there for a few years now and don’t hesitate to tell everyone we know about it. You would never know by looking at it but even though the seating looks to be about 250 patrons, this place is so busy some nights that if you come too late, you’ll never get to eat. We got there about 2pm Saturday afternoon and by the time we left, they were already putting out the reserved signs for the evening crowd.
The really cool thing is that the local post office is inside this building too.
Their prices are very affordable but the best part is that they measure their steak in inches, not by ounces. I swear it’s true. It even says so on their menu. I had a 6 oz. filet and it measured about 6″ on my plate. Make sure you come hungry.
The saddest thing about going out there is driving through the area of Bastrop that was devastated by the terrible wildfires of Labor Day 2011.
The area is recovering but there’s still large areas of dead trees that have not yet been taken down. This scares me because we are so dry that any windstorm could spark a fire and then it would be 2011 all over again, only this time I think it would be much worse because of all the dead wood everywhere.
How about your weekend? Did you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day or did you do something else? Tell me! I’d love to hear from you.
I’m going to leave you with a video of a small kitty standing up to a full grown rottweiler that my friend Kinley Baker blogged on her website.
I don’t want to be on the other end of these claws when this kitty grows up.
Live with courage my friends and see you next time.