We're approaching the time of year when I forsake my married name and relive my bachelorette days. No, I'm not craving a sketchy bar hook up -- I'm after my Irish roots and Corned Beef and Cabbage Grilled Cheese.
St. Patrick's Day is the justification some people need to indulge themselves in the same way that the rest of us the other 364 days a year. Congratulations to everyone who successfully finished the marathon.
I love corned beef hash, but I hate the bowl of paste that passes for the real deal in so many diners, and I especially despise the stuff in the can. So I make it myself and top it with a sensual runny egg.
First the good news: as Woody Allen so succinctly reminded us the other day in an interview from Cannes, when commenting on aging, "It's a bad business getting older, and I would advise you not to do it."