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Post by Pirate the Ridikulous on Mar 18, 2012 3:47:12 GMT -5
Yes, that's Paddy's, not Patty's. And yes, it matters.
This is one thing that irks me about the day (besides the Corned Beef obsession, Green Beer, and having to work all fucking day).
St. Patrick's name... well it wasn't St. Patrick. It was St. Padraig (sometimes spelled Padraigh). That's how it's spelled in Ireland. So, for some short names, there's Pad (pronounced Pod), Paddy, Patrick is alright, as well as Pat. But Patty? Fuck off. That's what you throw on the grill for your burger. Or a woman's name.
And that leads to the other part. The Irish didn't eat Corned Beef until after they came to America. In Ireland, if you had a cow, you had one, and it was for milk. If you were rich, you had a bull and the following baby cows. But you didn't eat them. You ate Porks. Traditionally, the Irish ate " Irish Bacon" (which was Pork loin, wrapped in Pork Belly). When they got to America, the tender Pork Loin, and flavorful Pork Belly, were expensive cuts. They picked up the Corned Beef as a cheap alternative from their Jewish neighbors.
And if you're drinking green beer, then the beer was originally really pale, like piss. So don't fucking drink green beer, because it's piss.
Now, Slainte!
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