A few years back, my Uncle B was stationed in Scotland and did some geneolgy on the family. Much to my dismay, as I've been on the "We are Scottish" band wagon since birth, my Uncle B found the grave markers of some of our ancestors in none other than... Ireland.
I made chocolate chip cutouts this time. I figured I'd mix it up a little bit. They were pretty good, but I think I'd use less chocolate chips the next time around.
No I didn't run out of green icing.
Protestant Irish wore orange while the Catholic Irish wore green.
The white in the Irish flag is supposed to represent the peace between the two.
Little bit of St. Patrick's Day trivia.
