Mac-ing on Suite, Greek Food

Adam MacMilliam, sometimes called MacDaddy (probably out of self promotion), has claimed my sister as wife. Making a two into one household. She goes from P. Murph to MacPatti.

Maybe P. Mac..?

Not sure yet. 

Up for debate. 

I mean, it’s only been a couple of days since I blotched that signature as witness on their wedding certificate. While the priest intently watched. In the house of the Lord. 

The ceremony where Patricia Anne Murphy became Patricia Anne MacMillan was straight up traditional Roman Catholic. Pretty self explanatory by the sight of her name. 

And after the ceremony her name changed to slightly Greek Orthodox. 

There was a bunch of crap food housed in the hospitality suite for all the post-wedding madness. The leftovers are now housed in the Murphy House. 

One being “Naked Pita Chips.” Simply delightful. They are “suite.” 

In my father’s toast he reflected on his bitter suite-ness of my sister leaving our family. Starting a new chapter. Changing names. But as he continued, he told wedding guests, “…as Patti reminded me, I’m not losing a daughter but gaining a computer specialist.”

My father went into the fridge today to collect dip for the fantastic toasted chips and saw hummus and feta cheese. Proclaiming “now that we have a Greek in the family, we’re eating hummus, and pita and, well, Greek.”

A little Greek in our Irish house. It suits me well. It’s hospitable. Makes life sweet. 

Now we need a little of the computer geek in our house. So that my internet connection stays on long enough to post cheesy blogs. 

 Toast. Cheers.

Say (Feta) Cheese.