tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post5012784575799567963..comments2023-08-27T11:34:09.286-04:00Comments on East of the Equator: One "holiday" I dread...Paul's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13889774259818059390noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-46672833190951487902008-03-16T08:02:00.000-04:002008-03-16T08:02:00.000-04:00See, I am not alone in my belief that corned beef ...See, I am not alone in my belief that corned beef is anywhere close to edible!Paul's Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13889774259818059390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-55220832867593895112008-03-15T21:43:00.000-04:002008-03-15T21:43:00.000-04:00Corned beef is evil. I share my brother's hatred ...Corned beef is evil. I share my brother's hatred for it and have the same ugly memories.<BR/><BR/>I believe corned beef has its origins in New York City....and not Ireland. It is my understanding that the Irish learned to pickle cheap cuts of beef to make them more tender. They learned this from their Jewish neighbors in NYC. A recent Food Network show suggested this...as does this website:<BR/><BR/>http://www.savethedeli.com/2008/03/12/the-luck-of-the-irish-is-jewish/EKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996764895513296287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-726702456690655092008-03-15T13:11:00.000-04:002008-03-15T13:11:00.000-04:00I suppose with enough single malt, haggis, like co...I suppose with enough single malt, haggis, like corned beef, can be tolerated.Paul's Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13889774259818059390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-37221068181072066042008-03-15T13:03:00.000-04:002008-03-15T13:03:00.000-04:00Hey...at least you're not Scottish...haggis.....bl...Hey...at least you're not Scottish...haggis.....bleech...Big Johnnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15209173195100595815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-60524362170622130512008-03-15T13:01:00.000-04:002008-03-15T13:01:00.000-04:00" Well let me tell you my kraut mick friend..."We ..." Well let me tell you my kraut mick friend..."<BR/><BR/>We did the boiled cabbage a lot, but I don't recall Ma ever whipping up corned beef.<BR/><BR/>I love corned beef hash....with rice and eggs over easy...hawaiian style....yum...<BR/><BR/>I bet Handsome Boy would like corned beef...he looks like he may have a wee bit o' the Irish inhim...Big Johnnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15209173195100595815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-83827137269585268382008-03-15T10:01:00.000-04:002008-03-15T10:01:00.000-04:00Wow. 20+ years of marriage and I don't know this?...Wow. 20+ years of marriage and I don't know this? I guess, come to think of it, we never have had corned beef....and I guess that I am just not that observant...but I love corned beef. Huh. Well you learn something new every day. <BR/><BR/>And for the record, I am still bitter about the pie.Deirdre Honnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03919953607612897043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-5872930292271774262008-03-15T08:48:00.000-04:002008-03-15T08:48:00.000-04:00I also have issues with brussel sprouts. For some...I also have issues with brussel sprouts. For some reason, that vegetable found its way into way too many Navy recipe cards. I am not alone in my dislike of brussel sprouts, as my Canadian Navy officer friend Bob Self suffered through brussel sprouts being served at virtually every evening meal when he served aboard Her Majesty's Canadian Ships during his career. Bob cannot be in the same room as a brussel sprout anymore.Paul's Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13889774259818059390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950493094092785381.post-43433795273439637202008-03-15T01:11:00.000-04:002008-03-15T01:11:00.000-04:00Every holiday for which my paternal grandmother ho...Every holiday for which my paternal grandmother hosted the evening meal, she served brussel sprouts so deeply overcooked the house stank of what could only be described as smelly gym socks. She cooked and cooked and cooked those poor, tiny sprouts until they resembled nothing remotely close to a brussel sprout. For many years you couldn't persuade me to touch a brussel sprout, cooked or uncooked, with the proverbial ten-foot pole.<BR/><BR/>Then one day, I screwed up every ounce of courage I had and cooked them myself. They were really good.<BR/><BR/>So, I challenge you, Commander, to face your demons. Brine yourself a brisket, pour yourself (and your lovely bride) a Guinness, and come back to the dark side.<BR/><BR/>We peasants are so much more fun than the patricians, anyway.<BR/><BR/>Happy St. Paddy's Day.<BR/><BR/>L.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09176640352067647780noreply@blogger.com