Every March I deign to “enjoy” a crappy Shamrock Shake from McDonalds. This is only because my sister, “Pindy” and her daughter, “Palysun,” and I used to get one when I visited the Great Plains. I remember them as being tastier.
Of course, when they were first introduced eons ago they were a delight. Now they have a rather caustic flavor about them. However, they are green and I somehow manage to consume the entire shake. There is a stipulation to this tradition. First, I must text my niece and tell her of my bowing to the time-honored task, and then I only order one for the season.
Happy pre- St. Patrick’s Day! 💚