A Phoenix Burning

St. Paddy’s Day Just Isn’t St. Paddy’s Day Without a Hunk o’ Boiled Meat

(This post is dedicated to Music Maven, who loves boiled meat the most!)  😉

So, you take a slab of corned beef  (I prefer the eye round cut which is more expensive than the brisket, but yummier.)  Stick it in a big pot, and fill the pot with water to cover the beef well.  Add a teaspoon or two of minced garlic, and a couple tablespoons of pickling spices.  If you don’t have pickling spices, throw in a couple of bay leaves and a tablespoon of peppercorns…whatever else you want.  Rosemary might be nice? 

Bring it to a boil, then simmer that hunk o’ meat for about two hours.  Then you add your carrots and potatoes (I use whole baby reds) and continue simmering for 15-20 minutes.  Then add your cabbage and continue to simmer for the last 15 minutes.  Easy peasy one two threesy!  That’s it!

Serve it up!  Douse that cabbage in butter, salt and pepper—vinegar is good too…(just put it on a separate plate if you’re using vinegar or your whole dinner will taste like vinegar.)  Dijon mustard is good on the corned beef, but I prefer it all on it’s own.  (Shrew, this is the point at which you put on your blindfold.)  Dig in!

MmmmMmmmmmGooooooood!  🙂


6 responses

  1. Such a travesty to destroy a good piece of eye round. In my neck of the woods, we stuff that puppy with the holy trinity (onion, bell pepper and garlic) and cajun seasoning mix, then pot roast that sucker on the stove top for about four hours. Makes a great gravy served over rice.

    However, in the spirit of St. Patrick’s Day, I will try your recipe at some point. Tonight, it’s eating out — crabs.

    Rub o’ the green on ya.

    March 17, 2009 at 8:20 am

    • Mmmm….I will admit I prefer a roasted beast over a boiled one, but I really crave that hunk o’ simmered meat on St. Paddy’s Day. I’m smelling it now….Yum!

      Have a great time at the Eating O’ the Crabs tonight! 😉

      March 17, 2009 at 3:15 pm

  2. Can we talk whiskey (Irish spelling)?

    March 17, 2009 at 1:56 pm

    • Sure…but you are the expert in that particular subject, not me!! Maybe I’ll pour myself a glass of green wine later? 😉

      March 17, 2009 at 3:14 pm

  3. OKay ladies…had my first Brisket tonight! Friends invited Beau and myself over for traditional Irish sit down complete with a pint of Guinness, a glass of Irish Mist and coffee (with kick).

    Loverly time was had by all…Silante!

    March 17, 2009 at 10:00 pm

  4. Ok. Just fur you lasses (and Zan, if he has the inclination). Me wee great-great grandfather was Nelson Higginbotham. At a slight bit shy of 5 feet tall, he was a mighty spirit. Fighting for the right side of the bill (the South), Nelson was captured twice by the Yanks and sent home again. In his elder years, he was cripled by his horse. Riding home one night, enebriated by a visit to the local brothel, the horse stumbled and rolled over on the wee Nelson, crippling him to a life in a wheelchair. Because of his enibriated state, me we yon ancestor did not quickly respond, but upon awakening to his plight, accepted it willingly.

    I owe my green eyes to the spunky Irish and totally appreciate the Irish hertitage….all, except the boiled meat thing.

    March 17, 2009 at 10:50 pm

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