3.22.2010

St. Patrick's Day Celebration: Corned Beef, Cabbage and Romance

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As a moody high school kid, I once declared that I hated all holidays. The husband decided he would use this as a strategy during his courting by trying to show me the beauty of each holiday (the dude belongs in a John Keats poem). So we got to know each other during December, and for Christmas I received a copy of The Stranger by Albert Camus. Perfect for a solemn 14-year-old; this also started my long-lasting obsession with everything Camus.

He made sure to make the most out of Valentine's Day. But at that point I realized this guy was not going away, but he was also going to take his sweet time trying to win me over. Even at 14 I was low on patience. Then came St. Patrick's Day, a holiday my immigrant family had never before celebrated, so technically I did not hate it. On this day, not only did he finally make his move, but he also gave me my first four-leaf clover.

Since then, it has been his tradition to magically produce one almost every year, so I can add it to my collection. This little tradition of his has made St. Patrick's Day one of my favorite day's of the year. Although my reason for liking it has little to do with the actual holiday. And it wasn't until about 4 years ago, that I actually tasted a traditional corned beef and cabbage meal at a friend's house and realized that I had been missing out. I mean four-leaf clovers are great, but there's no reason not to feast on corned beef and all the trimmings as well.

Last year, I attempted to recreate the meal my friend makes so well. And it was decent, but not great. The husband insisted we not use a crock-pot, yet he wanted the meat to be slow cooked. This was pretty difficult to accomplish during the work week, and I don't recall my exact recipe, but my first attempt did not go as well as I had hoped. So this year, as we both headed to work that morning, we recruited our friend to come over and start the meal. Her secret? The crock-pot. When I arrived home that evening, the condo smelled delicious, and everything was ready to go. I'm not sure what my friend did, but everything was seasoned and cooked perfectly. I couldn't tell if the credit went solely to the crock-pot or her Irish blood. Maybe it was both.
That night the husband also showed off his garden-grown carrot to our guests. As you can see from the picture above, our friends were impressed.

1 comment:

  1. That carrot looks like it could feed a nation of millions with that kind of nutrient-rich color. Your husband's a gardening bad-ass, clearly.

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