Saturday, April 25, 2009

Leprechauns and Mysteries

In a brief lapse in my parental judgement (ok, stop laughing), I taught my son how to "Ding and Ditch" on St. Patrick's Day. He was a little reluctant at first, but then he caught on pretty quickly. (The apple doesn't fall far from the tree)!

I know what you're thinking, but, no, we didn't leave bags of flaming dog doo doo on my neighbors' front porches.

We left packages of homemade Irish Soda Bread with homemade raspberry jam with an anonymous note quoting an old Irish proverb. (We had to deliver the bread in this manner, because, as we all know, leprechauns never allow themselves to be seen).

To accomplish this feat, I spent two days in the kitchen baking bread. At one point, I left 4 little loaves cooling on the counter while I ran to pick up a child. When I returned, 2 of the aforementioned loaves were missing and there was a pile of bread crumbs on the living room floor.

Who would attempt to sabotage my secret leprechaun efforts? Was this the work of the British?

Damn them!

I knew they'd never gotten over my grandfather's participation in the Irish Republican Army and the resultant loss of control over some of Ireland!

But wait. Who is the only person (or mammal) to be able to surreptitiously single-handedly (or single-pawedly) get into my house without any human assistance?

Sprocket. That bitch!

Readers of previous posts will remember Sprocket.
At least I know she appreciates high quality authentic Irish bread! And now I know not to leave food on the counter even though I don't own a dog.


JIMSIGHT said...

that sounds positively delicious... just love soda bread and I am betting it went perfectly with the jam.. BAD PUPPY...

I did not see one leprechaun on St. Pattys day here, but did teach the entire bar how to drink an Irish car bomb.

In the 70s my family had a wiemeriner, living in rural Pennsylvania you let your dogs run loose.. no fenced in yards.. well one thanksgiving here comes Johan (the dog) trotting towards the house with a 20lb turkey in his mouth... no not a wild turkey a fully cooked and fully stuffed turkey... my daddy quickly opened the garage and let his puppy take his prize in and gobble gobble.. never did find out whose dinner her ruined.. but we didn't advertise his find either..

Heather said...

Of course it was the work of the British who sabotaged your leprechaun efforts, who else would it be?

LOVE SODA BREAD - my mum used to make some great soda bread.

SSP said...

LOL - that is hilarious~~ next thing you will be teaching the boys is how to trick or treat properly :-) god that was a great night, wasn't it??