I am grateful for an Irish history that I feel justified in appropriating by virtue of my marriage. That’s because it makes me feel more legit when I bake soda bread, which is awesome. It’s fast, cheap, easy, and delicious. I should know. My people have been making it for thousands of years*; at least when they weren’t being pillaged by my biological Scandinavian ancestors anyway. The Vikings probably came for the bread.
I am grateful for some kid free time when Julie took the boys out for the afternoon. It was quiet. So, so quiet.
* actually, only since the 1840s.