Erin go bragh

Silly traditions are great. One of mine includes eating a dinner of corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots on St. Patrick's Day. It also includes doing a terrible Irish jig to the background of the ABC Warehouse jingle, but that's here nor there.
When I was younger, my Dad used to make me this meal every St. Patrick's Day, so it obviously follows suit that now that I'm off on my own, I do it myself. Brad thinks the yellow mustard on corned beef is disgusting. But what can I say, I crave tradition.

Platter of corned beef (where apparently corned just means "salt cured")Plated Irish dinner

In years past, I've also tried to celebrate St. Patty's with an ever American green beer. But my tastes have changed, and I can no longer tolerate beer that smacks of piss water dyed with food coloring. So for me and the mister, it was all class. Westmalle dubbel in preparation for Belgium. Now we've only got 2 Trappist monastery brews left to try. Here's to getting pumped for that!

Westmalle in my belly