Because you don’t want to press your luck!
Do you actually have to be Irish to get away with Irish Cream in your coffee? God I hope not.
Either way, I’m an 1/8 Irish….so I like to think at a minimum, I can pull off Baileys in my coffee without a second dubious glance. This of course only works when I don’t constantly announce how much I enjoy Baileys in my coffee, or try to use my ginger hair as proof I’m Irish and only if I can refrain from doing it daily. But, who wants to refrain from doing it daily?
Once again I want to say I’m kidding. And I can say I am….with a little uncertainty. Maybe I’m just kidding myself.
At Christmas and at cottages, I do get a bit carried away. Baileys (or my poor girl’s version of it….Carolans, Panama Jack…you get the picture) tastes delicious in coffee, with milk, or just on the rocks. So, trying to refrain for financial, bodily and let’s face it…social stigma reasons do exist. However, I did have an old co-worker, a creative type, an “Ad man” persay….who kept a bottle in his drawer and pulled it out shamelessly, proudly and in no way, shape or form was he (or did he pretend to be) Irish. Italian if I remember correctly.
So, this is to my old friend Keith. Keep drinking that Irish Cream buddy and I’ll raise a toast to you every day, especially St. Patrick’s Day.
The Ginga Ninja