St. Patrick's Day Recipes

youre shittin me no? Corned beef and cabbage PIZZA?
Hasten jason...

The recipe looks intriguing.

Nothing looks too appealing to me, except the stew maybe...
I guess, we'll celebrate St. Paddy's Day on a liquid diet!

You're Irish? Who knew?

Aren't we all Irish on St. Paddy's Day, roger?

no, I wear my orange sweater

I'm very irish in the u.s. and I don't remember all that much corned beef and cabbage. Actually, I don't remember any, except made by my father in law.
(I'm odd, irish in california relatively early)

So, I remember that from my inlaws, love a duck, years later. That, with the green jello salad.

To explain, my father in law was actually a good cook with a (excuse me) berserko
wife.

Ah. An Orangeman.

Blasphemy!!

Corned beef and cabbage is Irish like Irish spring soap. When I was in Ireland, I asked about this and nobody there eats it either, it wasn't on one single menu I saw. I think this is a myth perpetrated by Hollywood. Corned beef is big in the Montreal Jewish foodie scene. Then again, every restaurant in Ireland I went to did have curry...

My family, mother's side, is very old hollywood, and from that I remember nada re corned beef. It was from my ex's family, from Montana, that I was brought to dinner to shape up, in the seventies.

My father's side (born in Santa Rosa, CA, 1906) also way irish. He and his brother fished a lot. Grandfather was an attorney, told to me by a friend who chased geneology.

I bought a corned beef packet last year and it was quite horrible.

I may be forced to go to a better store.

The hollywood comment wasn't directed at you Osso, if anything, I agree with you.. I've often wondered where this came from. I grew up eating cabbage, that's definitely Irish. They tend to boil the life out of things. I asked my mom about corned beef. She had never tried it, until she came to Canada, never even heard of it. Now, I realize she's not the authority on Ireland, but if it was a staple it certainly wasn't in either place my parents grew up.

Montreal smoked beef will melt in your mouth. If you every get the chance. I read recently Celine Dion just bought the best most famous deli in Montreal. I hope it remains the same and she doesn't taint it's excellence. http://www.ctv.ca/CTVNews/Canada/20120311/celine-dion-montreal-smoked-meat-wars-120311/

Gotta love the Irish!

Happy (advance) St Pat's wishes to you, one & all, you lovely folk!



Irish Recipes:
http://www.recipegoldmine.com/worldirish/irish.html

I know it wasn't. You'd be direct as would I. If I ever seriously disagree with you, you'll catch on fast.
Don't hold your breath in wait.

This horrible set of cookies (sorry, msolga) reminds me of the time I was in an infantile teenage tharn about Notre Dame Football players. I, of course, had no love life but fantasy.

After reading The Virginian five times, mostly for the sex scene (what sex scene?), I advanced to an uncle's Zane Gray novels, stuffed into a dining room cabinet. This was around age fourteen. By sixteen I was well enamored of a Notre Dame quarterback, Paul Hornung. I used to pray for him. At seventeen, still paid attention to the team. And the team was in LA, I suppose to meet USC. My father knew they would be showing up at a certain restaurant. My mother made me a kelly green jumper (in the american sense, a kind of dress). Her idea.

We went to the restaurant. Ate. The team was in the back room of the Nickodell. I needed to pee. I had to walk the walk in that green corduroy to get to the bathroom. I remember not looking at them, back or forth. I don't think there was much of a reaction, but I was preoccupied with making it through the room.

I know my parents weren't setting me up for destruction - more for a thrill as I liked football. Nick Pietrosante was there..

It's a strange memory, shortly before I signed up as a postulant and then backed out.

Whatcha mean, horrible, osso?

They're beautiful green iced biscuits! Exquisite, even!

What else could possibly do for St Pat's Day?

(please don't take that comment seriously, osso! )

don't worry, snort.