Monday 3.17.14 : The St. Patrick’s Day Edition.
Yes… St. Patrick’s Day. The day when all of the fake Irish can celebrate like they think Irish people do. Sure, I could have posted all about how I felt after I listened to Sarah Palin’s CPAC speech, but it just seemed like pointing out a bunch of obvious bullshit was not going to solve anything. Instead, I deleted that post and looked forward to today’s feast of greatness.
Yes, I admit it, it was freaking awesome. I normally do not boast about things much… like pictures I take or things I make but I’m going to go against the norm today and suggest that I totally NAILED corned beef!
“How did you do that?”, you ask? Well, hang on to your panties and I’ll tell you all about it right now. It all started with a plan. The plan was pretty much this: don’t fuck up the corned beef this year. I did a bit of meaty research and came up with a plan of attack. When you are attacking your plan, you need to leave a note on your door…
The plan went something like this: take about 4 pounds of Corned Beef and throw it in a big pot full of water. Bring it to a boil, dump the water, refill the pot and bring to a boil again. Dump that water. Take the slab of meat, fat side up and encase it in tin foil, leaving a little pocket above the top of the meat surface. Before encasing in foil, make a mixture of honey/Dijon mustard and slather that over the top surface of the meat. Over that, sprinkle some brown sugar… then wrap it up.
Chuck it into the oven at 350 for 2.5 – 3 hours. Towards the end of the cooking time, check your temp… you want it around 160 internally. Once there, peel back the top of the foil and sprinkle again with brown sugar. Now, turn on your broiler and broil that meat for about 2 or 3 minutes. Let that brown sugar boil up to a foamy goo. Now, take it out of the oven, cover in a pot and let it sit for about 30 minutes. You are about to experience some m-f-ing goodness.
While that is cooling down and settling, go ahead and get your spuds, carrots and cabbage ready to go.
Fun fact: When your oven is on, (our oven anyway) the oven vents heat out through the back right burner. This is a great place to warm the plates. Warm plates are happy plates.
Of course, being St. Pat’s Day, I had to have a traditional non traditional Irish brew:
When things are almost ready, and you want to counteract the brew you just had… use that Keurig that the kids got you for Christmas and fill your GIANT COCK cup with coffee.
Get things ready to go and call your girlfriend away from her desk so she can join you for a lip smackin’ meal.
Then, you can call your daughter and brag about what you did while her husband makes poached eggs for dinner. Poached eggs?
It was a good afternoon.
Tuesday Update: Leftovers!