St. Patrick’s Day came and was gone before I could even cook corned beef or buy any St. Patrick’s Day Candy. Maybe it was because it fell on a Monday and it was gray and dreary and so winter like. Usually by St. Patrick’s Day, it is already feeling like spring and it’s sunny and warm. Not this year! This is what it looked like this year.
Anyway, I was lamenting the fact that I didn’t get to cook corned beef, right on THE DAY of, when my smart alec girl chimed in, “they don’t really eat corned beef in Ireland on St. Patrick’s Day, you know”. What? Sacrilege! I always cooked corned beef on March 17, every year, just because of this holiday! She also added, “Besides, you’re not even Irish!” What? I don’t have to be Irish to celebrate, do I? I thought you just had to be a mixed up American! Geesh!
I was determined to have corned beef right around the 17th if not on the exact day so that evening, I put my corned beef into the slow cooker and we woke up in the morning to the aroma of corned beef. Yummy! I was looking forward to the Day-After-St. Patrick’s Day-Dinner. Especially since I have to put up with all the corned beef photos on Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. Everyone seems to have had their corned beef fix but me.
In the process of ogling food photos, I came across a few articles about all the green and corned beef on St. Patrick’s day. Did you know that most Irish Americans actually didn’t learn to love corned beef until they came to America and that all that green actually has a dark and sad history?
The good news is, (depending on how you look at it, that is) the Irish in Ireland have now adopted some of the quirky American rituals and now some pubs now serve corned beef of St. Paddy’s Day. 🙂