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St. Patty's Prep

This year, I have outdone myself. Saturday and tonight I have made a combined total of 6 loaves of Irish bread, 3 batches. However, my mother still beats me with a total of 5 batches, 10 loaves. There's nothing better than Irish bread right out of the oven with some butter, it's a slice of heaven without the sheep.

For dinner tomorrow, we are having Guinness beef stew; all the vegetables have been cut and the meat has been browned. Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up, crack open a pint of Guinness, pour some in the crockpot along with the remainder of ingredients and finish off the can while consuming toasted Irish bread.

I will go to work, dream about the beautiful stew currently simmering on the counter at home and go to lunch. I will hunt down some restaurant/deli and order a corned beef sandwich without the hoopla. Corned beef, no kraut, no thousand island dressing, no swiss. The bread is just a holder of the meat until I can pick it off.

I will go home, prepare a salad and colcannon, crack open another Guinness. Facists couldn't have Smithwick's around in time so I can enjoy the truly heavenly taste of Ireland. We will have beef stew, we will have colcannon, and finally for desert, Irish coffee; it's a shame though I couldn't find my recipe, I bet my mother has it at home.

For music, I will listen to the Ruffians CD, the Into the Night live at O'Connor's pub CD, some Black 47 and it shall be a grand time. If it wasn't for the fact that I have a Medieval History exam Thursday, I'd have myself a funky ceili.

09:22 PM

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Posted by: Groundzero at March 17, 2004 10:26 AM

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