It Ain't Easy Being Green.

My girlfriends back home have this running joke that Saint Patrick's Day is the only day that I suddenly reclaim my O'Last Name, citing that I'm some kind of fair-weather Irish gal. They're right. It's not because I'm denying who I am, I just don't know anything about the Irish side of my family. Like at all. My father who was half-Irish and half-Mexican didn't embrace his culture like my mother, whom we all know is 100% Italian.
He may not have known the depths of his cultural roots, but he was someone who acknowledged his wacky family, thus giving me the middle name Czarina, after his favorite aunt. 
By the way, none of us are Russian.
To celebrate today, I'm going to wear my mint green corduroys, attempt to make this roasted cabbage dish, decorate the house and perhaps go out for a mojito. Paris doesn't exactly make it easy being green like in New York where bagels, doughnuts and even beer are tinted green, but I'll work with what I have. 
What do candles have to do with St. Patty's Day? Absolutely nothing. I'm pulling at straws here for some decor to celebrate since I ate all the green frosting I made last week.
And not trying to over think it, but I felt judgment coming from  these little guys here as they just sat and watched. Way to contribute to the festivities, guys.
I wish you all a Happy Saint Patty's Day!