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."