May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
On Saturday Kaitlyn and I both decked out in a bit of green. Keith escaped pinches by (1) threatening retrobution and (2) claiming he was wearing green underwear. I hear kids don’t get to pinch for St. Patrick’s Day anymore, anyway.
Sunday we got to have corned beef and cabbage – minus the cabbage. It was the first time I had fixed this childhood favorite meal, and the first time Keith (and Auntie Kris) had had it at all. It was actually much easier to cook than I thought!
When I was growing up we had this meal every St. Patrick’s Day weekend, as well as many other times during the year. We loved it! Mom would make cornbread in a cast iron skillet, and my dad would slice the top on and layer in thin ribbons of real butter, then wrap the round cake in a towel and put on a plate. It would be cut in wedges and was so good and moist that we would eat it with a fork. Mom cooked potatoes, carrots, and cabbage in the broth while the corned beef and cornbread cooked in the oven (you crockpot the corned beef overnight in a broth of water, bay leaf, and minced onion and carrot, then you put on the glaze and cook it in the oven). I’m so glad that Keith like it, so that we can have it again!