Anyone who knows me (or reads this site) realizes that my family and I don’t have an ounce of Irish in us. A few of my relatives married Irish people, but that’s about it. Still, we’re Italian, so we’re into celebrations – any excuse to eat and drink. In that spirit, I hosted a St. Patty’s Day dinner for my son and his two cousins last night. We reveled in the fact that St. Patrick is an Italian. (It’s a fact you can read about in this story I wrote for ItaliansRus.com.) Our Italian St. Patrick’s Day feast involved homemade pizza with a slice of bell pepper to look like a shamrock, green and white tortellini, and green apple juice. I would have turned the wine green, but I think my father would have disowned me.