Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Fuck The Irish!

Fuck The Irish!

Ha. yeah. no. I actually really like the Irish. I've spent plenty of time at bars to know that the best drunks come in the Irish variety. Unlike your typical white frat boy, when he's drunk he's trying to prove something and will gladly start shit over the dumbest things. A typical drunk Irish.. well, they at least have a high tolerance, so they can go toe to toe with my borderline alcoholic habits. But when you've suffered through potato famine after famine, you get a wee bit humbled by said experiences.

Not to mention the ladies. It shouldn't come to a surprise to any of my readers, I really like red hair. I mean, that's my major weakness. That and a bullet or a sword. I mean, really, it could be a sharp stick that you poke me with and I'll suffer. So saying red hair is my weakness is a bit overselling it. But I gravitate towards red hair. It's just my kick, okay? No need to judge now.



So don't let the title fool you, I really am very happy around the Irish. Their accents really are neat-o. But there's one thing that doesn't rub me the right way, it's all the fake Irish that run around on this very day. Oh, what day is it? Why it's St. Paddy's day!
Saint Patrick's Day is a yearly holiday celebrated on 17 March. It is named after Saint Patrick (circa AD 387–461), the most commonly recognized of the patron saints of Ireland. It began as a purely Catholic holiday and became an official feast day in the early 1600s. However, it has gradually become more of a secular celebration of Ireland's culture.

It is a public holiday on the island of Ireland (both Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland) and widely celebrated by the Irish diaspora in places such as Great Britain, Canada, the United States, Argentina, Australia, New Zealand, and Montserrat.
A few things you should remember
1. You're not Irish
2. It's "st. Paddy's Day," not "St. Patty's Day"
3. Don't throw up in my favorite bars. I want to go there the rest of the week



Everything is green today and that also means food. Now normally if you see a green bagel at the store you have to question how fresh it actually is. Not today. Well, I guess it should still be questionable. I wonder how many 7-11's pass off really old moldy food off as novelty colored food on St. Patty's day just to unload it.

Just don't be surprised when your shit is green also. Green beer usually leads to that and well, maybe I don't want to freak the fuck out in the morning after nursing a hangover on trying to remember why my shit is green, Okay?!? Now where's my blood pudding and bangers and beans?

Besides, some of us don't need an arbitrary excuse to get drunk all day. I mean, is there really a drinking age in Ireland? Or is it one of those "tall enough to reach the bar" countries. Cause those places are awesome.



Did you know that 204,912,200 barrels of beer were consumed in the united states in 2002. I wonder how many of those were tapped on St. Paddy's day alone. Today has to be the worse possible day to go get yourself a pint of beer. It's filled with people who would normally NOT be at a bar for a drink. I guess I should be thankful for St. Paddy's day. Never has there been a better opportunity to get wasted in the parks all day.

But these new folks at the bar don't know how to tip a bartender, don't know how to get the fuck out of the way of the bar after they get their drinks. Don't know how to handle their booze and are sloshed well before any respectable hour. They give the Irish a bad name because on this day, everyone with 1/64th Irish in them want to be all "I'm so Irish I shit shamrocks!" and what not.



Let's face it, America hasn't always been so kind to the Irish. No need to perpetuate a stereotype in such a fashion. Yes yes, we all know that Irish and drunks are both angry mother fuckers. How many other holidays do you get pinched or punched for not dressing up? Think about that when you see some Trick-or-treaters asking for candy when they don't even have a costume on.

It's bad enough that in the 80's and 90's the IRA bombing campaigns really did put a bit of fear when it comes to thinking about the Irish. Look at our track record for honoring them or even trusting them with high positions. Unlike the Jews, who seem to run everything, the Irish aren't always in charge. Yeah, we did have one Irish-Catholic President, but even then.. he wasn't really liked. I mean, he did get shot after all.


8. He is a secret socialist catholic
9. He has been caught swaying back and to the left

But hey, let's just toss all those stereotypes aside and pour yourself a Guinness and get yourself some Corned Beef and Cabbage as you go out to have some beer with the 1,000,000 other clones just like yourself. Don't forget that red sox cap! I do wonder though, what do the people who DON'T like Guinness drink? And what did Irish people really eat considering Corned Beef would have been really expensive as meat and salt (for curing the meat) were not very attainable by the peasants.

While it may sound great on paper, No one enjoys 4 straight hours of Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly songs being played on a bar's Jukebox. Stop it. Just stop it. And stop singing along with the wrong, slurred words. While we're at it don't try the whole "Kiss me, I'm Irish" line. It comes across more as "Don't kiss me, I'm not Irish but merely an inferior American of only partially Irish descent who is therefore unworthy of celebrating this holiday by wearing a certain color of clothing and getting drunk."



Though you have to admire that clinging of a tradition.. at least for one day as an excuse to drink. Much like this man from The Onion's piece about a Man Who's 1/16th Irish Proud Of His Irish Heritage. But then again, I've seen people who were 1/64 American Indian cling to that, so I guess it's not really something I can complain about, right.

Oh yeah, remember that in December my car was destroyed by a drunk driver. You can imagine that I'm going to make sure my car is not parked on the street today. You know what, if you're going to go out drinking, just don't drive home. Okay? At least real Irish people realize they're far too drunk to drive. Us American amateurs just fool ourselves into thinking that we are okay. No. just no. I'm full in accepting that if you're not puking in a gutter by 9:30, you're doing this holiday wrong. And if you're not back up and drinking 5 minutes later, you're clearly not Irish.



It's still early in the day.... though you probably should already be drunk. Let's fix that, here's a list of all the pubs that you can get green beer from. Let's be honest - You can get green beer from just about any pub today because they're all looking to attract your not-so-average bar goer. Which is another reason why I don't really care for St. Patty's day. The fake drunks.

It's also really a bad day to be on the road. Not because of the drunks but because of the police force out there. Police all across the area will be on full alert for the overly inebriated. So you should be careful on how many of those green beers you're consuming as there will be a lot of police check points. The Santa Monica Police Dept. will be having their own St Paddy's day celebration on the 300 block of Pico Boulevard. At what time? Oddly enough they wouldn't say. They normally do. But I can imagine that since festivities and bars have been open since the morning, that they may have already pitched a tent and will be there till around 2:30 in the morning


Oh yeah, how could I NOT use this blog as an excuse to post a picture of a red head?

So I would advise that you stay safe out there. Don't drink too much and enjoy your left over corned beef tomorrow as hash. Here's an excellent recipe for it.
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup finely chopped red bell pepper
2 cloves garlic, minced
5 cups leftover Corned Beef and Cabbage, well drained, recipe follows
1/2 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme
1/2 teaspoon chopped fresh oregano
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

Melt the butter in a 12-inch cast iron skillet set over medium heat. Add the bell pepper and cook until it begins to brown slightly, approximately 5 to 6 minutes. Add the garlic, corned beef and cabbage, thyme, oregano and black pepper to the skillet and stir to combine. Once combined, spread the hash evenly over the pan and firmly press down with a spatula. Place a heavy lid, heatproof plate or second pan directly atop the hash and allow to cook until browned, approximately 10 minutes. After 10 minutes stir mixture, press down again, top with the lid and allow to cook another 5 to 6 minutes, or until browned. Serve immediately.

And with that, I leave you with a classic scene from the Wire. Happy St. Paddy's day!



Now with a traditional way to celebrate St. Paddy's Day

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Irish Are Pathetic, Potato Eating Filth...

The Irish Are Pathetic, Potato Eating Filth...

But I love them anyway. I jest of course. If my morning in court is anything to show for my day, I really do need a drink. Perhaps one that is food colored green may be of help. But at the end of the day I had a rather good day. I split a shamrock shake and I got to work on an Irish themed show... be it in all it's pop singing glory. I also got to eat some corned beef. Can there be any better way to spend this festive day that celebrates


RACIST!

I have a sort of a love/hate relationship with St. Patty's day. On one hand the widespread caricaturing of Irish people as drunkard simpletons with funny accents is racist as all hell. On the other hand everyone dressing up in green and going out to get drunk seems to undermine the notion of st Patrick's day as a day to be proud of being Irish and therefore undermine related retarded nationalism so it could be a good thing.

Then again, the Irish people don't care about the racist caricature because they are by nature of their blood a strong people who aren't whiny pussies. Usually Irish lads and lasses are some of my favorite people. When you go through a devastating famine because you're lacking Fry material, you learn to become an upbeat person.


Aye, just how I like 'em... Red and pasty.

I don't seem to celebrate St. Patrick's day these days because it seems to be an excuse for everyone in the west to get drunk as hell and spend lots of money and I'd rather not be part of that. It really comes out to light how much it sucks when I go to the my regular 5pm happy hour, every bar is packed to the gills with white college students wearing Kelly tophats and boas. I think the real drunks are hurt by this holiday instead of praised.

What are the incentives to going to a bar on St. Patty's day anyway? You get the option of green beer. Which, while it's a nice novelty, a bottle of green food dye would take care of that for you. The bars are extremely packed and there is no happy hour or special deal. Why would their be? They know everyone will be out in full force getting their drink on anyway.


Aye, Irish Lass!

On to the Irish women. I'm a big fan of red hair. It's no damn secret. It's just what I like. Can you blame me? The typical idea of the Irish girl is always one that is hot. Well, let's crush some dreams. Only 10% of irish people have red hair. There are no 'gorgeous redheads' in ireland, only pasty freckly gingers. redheads are only cute when they have 20% "something else". You see, it's the mixture that helps. That's why this melting pot that we call America is so awesome. Full of mutts. God bless America for having some of the hottest women in the world (also some of the ugliest women in the world). go big or go home!

The typical American who has pride in their heritage on days like these are the type that will go around screaming on how they have Italian pride but then when you ask if their ancestors are from Sicily or the mainland of Italy, to which they look at you with a confused look asking what Sicily is. The same kind that can't speak a word of the language and have never visited nor ever plan to visit their land of origin.


I think he nagged at snakes... or something.

Then again, it's very easy to forget the real meaning of St. Patrick's day. What was it again? Some dude who really didn't like snakes and yelled at them till they ran away? Something like that, I believe it is. Perhaps he did so with some Irish spring soap. It's the one that cleanses you of all your snakes.. and sins.

Maybe the holiday is to celebrate such good music like the Dropkick Murphy's, Flogging Molly and some river dancing to round out the mix. I once dated a girl who was causins with someone from Flogging Molly. Can't say that connection ever helped me. At least helped me remember them for that whole thing. Talk about Irish pride.


Guinness for me
Guinness for you
you have a guinness
i'll have one too

When talking about Guinness you'll get a mixed reaction. Some people love it. Some people hate it. I don't think anyone can really say for certain unless they have a pint of it near to the source. American Guinness is a bit like watered down to the original. But no matter what you'll get the reaction that it's like eating a loaf of bread. That sort of alternative eating method happens when you put all your eggs into one basket of potatos.

In honor of St. Patty's day, let's have the good ol' Irish lad Conan O'Brien show us a thing or two about how to prepare for the holiday.

While I'm no Martha Stewart, I can try to make a mean Irish meal.

Watch here and I'll show you how to get some Corned Beef done. It's not just a meal for St. Patty's day. Corned beef is also a traditional meal for Easter. So if you haven't had your fill of it in the next few days of leftovers, get ready for it again on Easter.



Gather corned beef brisket, cabbage, chopped carrots, onions, taters and some Guinness.



Dice up the taters, carrots, spices (thyme) and some garlic cloves and toss it into a slow cooker



layer the cabbage in there



lay down that beautiful brisket..



Pour in three bottles of Guinness, add in water to completely cover the brisket



Ah yes, it should look something like this.. very strange and foamy.



let it cook on low for 8-10 hours. I think this is why it's the best meal for the Irish, you can get shit faced, pass out and then get up and drink again in the time span it takes to make this.



After that time you should have it look like this. The smell will be amazing.



Close up... oh yeah.. beautiful, don'tcah think?



take it out and let it cool slightly.



Cut across the grain and enjoy..



Perhaps in the form of a nice sandwich. To add to this whole thing, may I suggest you make a glaze for the brisket.

1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup water
1 cup Dijon Mustard
1/2 cup Bourbon

Heat the brown sugar, water. Add in the bourbon and the Dijon Mustard and simmer. The end result will be a very delicious treat for your corned beef.