I have always prepared my corned beast by letting it simmer all day in a pot of almost but not quite boiling water. But today this scruffy bearded weirdo decided to shake things up, and I cooked it in the oven. 350 degrees for three hours, with a wee few minutes under the broiler toward the end. My grandmother, who is currently seated at…
I have always prepared my corned beast by letting it simmer all day in a pot of almost but not quite boiling water. But today this scruffy bearded weirdo decided to shake things up, and I cooked it in the oven. 350 degrees for three hours, with a wee few minutes under the broiler toward the end. My grandmother, who is currently seated at the right hand of God making sure Jesus eats His colcannon, might not approve. Gram, I'm sorry.
One year ago today I fulfilled a lifelong goal to spend Saint Patrick's Day on the old sod. Many people gave me unsolicited opinions that this was a waste of time, as the holiday is not really celebrated in Ireland. Let me tell you, anyone spouting such nonsense has never actually spent Saint Patrick's Day in Ireland. They go nuts. It was awesome.
Spent the day in Kilkenny, which is just a delightful town. Try Matt the Miller's pub on the banks of the River Nore. They serve a mean shepherd's pie.
Wow, Ted. Ive been to the auld sod myself, but missed Matt the Miller's, where there's probably hurling on the tellie.
Glad to hear they celebrate it there, too, but as I understand it, so many of the "Irish songs we sing in America were written and song by Irish-Americans as they looked back longingly at their long ago home. (Such as "I'll take home again, Kathleen."
I have always prepared my corned beast by letting it simmer all day in a pot of almost but not quite boiling water. But today this scruffy bearded weirdo decided to shake things up, and I cooked it in the oven. 350 degrees for three hours, with a wee few minutes under the broiler toward the end. My grandmother, who is currently seated at the right hand of God making sure Jesus eats His colcannon, might not approve. Gram, I'm sorry.
One year ago today I fulfilled a lifelong goal to spend Saint Patrick's Day on the old sod. Many people gave me unsolicited opinions that this was a waste of time, as the holiday is not really celebrated in Ireland. Let me tell you, anyone spouting such nonsense has never actually spent Saint Patrick's Day in Ireland. They go nuts. It was awesome.
Spent the day in Kilkenny, which is just a delightful town. Try Matt the Miller's pub on the banks of the River Nore. They serve a mean shepherd's pie.
Wow, Ted. Ive been to the auld sod myself, but missed Matt the Miller's, where there's probably hurling on the tellie.
Glad to hear they celebrate it there, too, but as I understand it, so many of the "Irish songs we sing in America were written and song by Irish-Americans as they looked back longingly at their long ago home. (Such as "I'll take home again, Kathleen."