Welcome to the St. Patrick’s Day edition of Ask Juliette – Ask a Vampire – Advice for Everyone. This is a regular Thursday feature here on Vampire Maman. If you have a question about ANYTHING send it to juliettevampiremom @ gmail dot com.
This morning my ancient Grandmama (great great great great) Lola is here helping me out. Lola brings a unique perspective on most situations. I also have Tellias who is much more ancient than Lola, and he doesn’t lie as much as she does.
Did Saint Patrick really drive the snakes out of Ireland?
Ireland is one of only a handful of places worldwide—including New Zealand, Iceland, Greenland, and Antarctica that don’t have snakes.
There is no evidence of snakes ever existing in Ireland.
Ireland is an island. While England had land bridges going to Europe at one time, Ireland never did. Snakes, being poorly trained for rowing boats, couldn’t make it to Ireland. They could have made it during the ice age but it was too cold for snakes at that time (there again, snakes don’t wear coats or have fur.)
The St. Patrick story comes from the symbolism of the man driving sin/evil (the snake) out of Ireland.
From Tellias: I recall he was known as Patricius when I met him. It was a brief passing. One night we both took shelter from a storm. I was in Ireland looking for a missing Warlock. Patricius was kind and gentle offering me food and a fire to share. We talked through the night. He told me of the time he was captured by pirates and taken to Ireland the first time. he wasn’t but a teen, a young man. There was something about him, a charm, a fierce passion for right, and a desire to have connection with the people that impressed me. Unlike most people at the time he could read and write. There was no magic in him. People use magic to convince the ignorant and supersisious populations of what is important, like faith, and hope and the desire to be better. To be sure, he was a nice enough guy.
Lola: I always thought Patrick was sizzling hot. That is why he had so many female followers.
Tellias: You weren’t even born yet.
Do you have a good recipe for Irish Soda Bread?
~ Feeling Irish Today
Dear Feeling Irish,
You do know I’m a Vampire don’t you? I admit, I bake. I also admit that I don’t eat what I bake.
As a Vampire I do a lot of things that shouldn’t make sense but it makes me fit in. Baking is one of those things. It also makes my house smell nice.
Anyway… here you go.
Irish Soda Bread (From a Vampire)
- 4 cups flour
- 4 table spoons sugar (white)
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 tablespoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup margarine (softened) or butter flavored Crisco or real lard if you’re feeling it.
- 1 cup buttermilk (this is what makes it good)
- 1 egg (chicken)
- 1/4 cup melted butter
- 1/4 cup buttermilk (in addition to the other stuff)
- Preheat your oven to 375 degrees F.
- Grease a large baking sheet. If you have an insulated baking sheet use that.
- In a large bowl mix together dry ingredients and margarine.
- Stir in 1 cup of buttermilk and the egg.
- Trun dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead slightly (20 times)
- Form the dough into a nice round and place it on the baking sheet.
- In a small gown combine the melted butter and 1/4 cup buttermilk.
- Brush the load with this.
- With a sharp knife cut an X into the top of the loaf.
- Bake for about 45-50 minutes.
- Insert a toothpick into it at about 40 minutes and then at 45 minutes. If it comes out clean then take it out. If it comes back with stuff on it let it cook a bit more. Check every three minutes.
Serve with butter and some nice jam or honey. Or if you’re a Vampire just dip it in Poet’s Blood. Yum. If you want a more savory bread you could add some caraway seeds or toss in some Italian seasoning (it isn’t Irish but hey, everyone is Irish today, even the Italians.)
Enjoy and if you make it let me know how it turns out.
How does it feel like being an evil being from the depths of Hell, and damned forever to drink the blood of living humans?
Curious Asshole Troll,
How does it feel like to be a Troll? Seriously, tell me.
Yes, haters are going to hate.
Actually it feels GREAT being a Vampire. But unfortunately for you, if you ever find yourself in a dark corner with a Vampire he will do one of the following:
- Suck out your soul and send it to Satan (that is a lot of work but sometimes worth it, like in your case.)
- Make fun of you and laugh in your face.
- Rip your throat out.
- Don’t worry, nobody will EVER turn YOU into a Vampire. Thank goodness.
Haters are going to hate. Assholes rarely get cured. Trolls are sad pathetic beings who have no real friends.
It seems so long ago, but it really wasn’t, that the Irish in America were considered as unwanted as Vampires. I have an old joke book from the late 19th century that is full of racist jokes about the Irish. The hate for the Irish has unfortunately been replaced by hate for others.
This is so sick. I don’t even have words to describe it in full.
So don’t be a Troll and NO you can’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day until you can learn to be nice and stop being a jerk. So crawl back into your slime covered hole before you piss someone off again.
William Keith – Dusk Near Monterey
Have a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day everyone, even if you aren’t Irish or a Vampire.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman