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Do I have to be Mexican to love the Mexicans or to be Irish to love the Irish? I don’t think so. Yesterday, was St. Pat’s day, and since I consider myself an honorary Irish lass or rather old hag, I cooked Beef Brisket and cabbage stew all in the same pot, according to a recipe I found, just the way an Irish wife would cook the family meal in one hanging pot over the hearth, as the food fed a whole family and even some neighbors who dropped in. In my case, however, I need to feed only hubby and me, and since I followed a recipe, I have enough to feed ten people for ten days, which may mean St. Pat has to drive the snakes away from my house for a couple of weeks or so. Now I wonder what I’ll cook on Cinco de Mayo…Just the thought of it burns my mouth. And I’m not even a cook, although I like cooking. My cooking meanders just like my writing while I wonder what my next out-of-the ordinary dish will be? Purple Peruvian Potato Hash? Well, why not? As soon as I find out what makes Peruvians tick—by July 28, Fiestas Patrias … On the other hand, come next St. Patrick's day in 2012, I think I'll write a limerick instead of cooking. |