Happy Saint Patrick's Day! Today is special to me because it is my daddy-o's birthday. One year, during his birthday dinner, my dad told me about the secret patterns of leprechauns. He told me he had caught one, once, and that it lured him back to their magical tree home with tales of guinness and gold (probably in that order.) He said that they had such a wild time that night dancing in a huge stump that he fell hard asleep and when he awoke in the morning, there were no signs of the previous night's festivities other than a battered old tree stump with some tiny footprints surrounding it. He stumbled home, with memories of a hidden world that he knew nobody would believe...
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And it was then that he looked right into my eyes and said "Betsy, if you ever find a leprechaun, you must never eat their food because it puts you to sleep. You have to stay awake all night and see where they disappear to in the morning to find their treasure!" By the time we finished the birthday cake, I was giddy with excitement to go hunt down a leprechaun party of my own. I ran outside and started poking around in the bushes. I was absolutely certain I would find a leprechaun hiding in there, ready to whisk me away to a night I would never forget. I looked all evening and I'll never tell you what I found, just that if the leprechauns were to have tempted me with a treat, it would have looked something like this. ;)
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Stinging nettle Ispanakli Kek, matcha almond cake rolls with douglas fir buttercream, wood sorrel, grapefruit curd, candied grapefruit peels, and edible gold leaf, served on a handmade stoneware plate I made. #ediblepoetry
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