Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I dropped by the Witherspoon Grill this afternoon during the half-price happy hour, and put away a "cubble o' paints" of the black gold with friends. The sun was shining, and the square in front of the library was packed with people in shirt sleeves enjoying a wonderful spring afternoon. How was your Paddy's day?
The WASPy term for that meal is "New England boiled dinner," and my manifestly WASP grandmother made it for my Mainer grandfather (name of Donald Clifford, as Scottish as the day is long) every few weeks. I hated it.