As a "man" who's "roughly approximately 50% Irish" (COUNTY LOUTH RULES!), I LOVE St. Patty's Day. Come March 17th, there's nothing more appealing than annualy celebrating the TOTALLY SUCCESSFUL arrival of Christianity in Ireland by downing a corned beef & cabbage sammy, washing it down with seventeen pints of Guinness and urinating all over Hoboken. That's just the Irish way, people.
With St. Patty's mere days away, I've already started getting in the mood. No, I haven't guzzled a bunch of Jameson & sucker punched a cop. No, I haven't gone all ironic & embraced the potato diet. I haven't even managed to find the time to go "full shamrock." Instead, yesterday I picked up a St. Patty's-inspired treat from a Scandanavian bakery that found its roots in an Italian neighborhood & recently expanded to an area littered with breeders.
Said treat: The St. Patty's Day Crème Puff from Leske's Bakery.