Friday, March 17, 2006
Yes, they're the ubiquitous pickling spice blend that gets thrown into the pot with the corned beef while it simmers.
Apparently corned beef and cabbage is a horrifyingly American tradition; not at all a holiday meal in Ireland.
So what? I'm not Irish. I just like stealing holiday food traditions. And if this one happens to be a kooky New World invention, consumed on a day celebrating a saint (I'm not Catholic either), well, that doesn't make it any less tasty.
The house smells absolutely fantastic right now, and tomorrow I get to eat a corned beef sandwich made from the leftovers.
UPDATE: My dad sent me a note just now informing me that actually, I am a little bit Irish. One eighth. Slattery clan, from County Kerry. And I just thought I was American.
Huh. Makes you wonder what we talked about at the dinner table when I was a kid. School? Cool hair-dos? Politics?
I don't think I recall ever hearing about the Slattery clan. I don't even know if they're on my mom's side or my dad's, or how far back they go.
Lá Fhéile Pádraig Shona dhaoibh.
(Cool! I'm channeling the Slatterys.)
Posted by cookiecrumb at 5:32 PM