Sunday, March 15, 2009
When I was in school as a child, often teachers would pass out "About Me" questionnaires that always included "What is your favorite food?" My friends would inevitably put pizza, hamburgers, macaroni and cheese, etc. I always put down the same answer... Corned Beef Hash.
Our family always celebrated birthdays on Sunday as a family. On that day you got to pick out the meal you wanted. I always picked Corned Beef Hash. I'm just weird that way, I guess. Most items in the same sort of family as corned beef absolutely repulse me. I can't stand Vienna sausages or spam. Yuck. I don't know how I developed an affinity for this stuff. I rarely eat it anymore. Maybe once a year, but I still like it. My husband even likes it, which is amazing. Jamie won't eat it since it has potatoes. Jamie won't eat potatoes. I fed him left over roast for dinner instead.
My families version of Corned Beef Hash is really just Corned Beef and potatoes. It's more like a corned beef soup. I peel and cut up about ten small potatoes and boil them in a pot with just enough water to cover the potatoes. When they are done I add a can of corned beef to the pot and let it cook a bit longer, making sure the corned beef is completely broken up. I usually chop up one small onion and add to it, too, but I didn't tonight. I only season it with a bit of pepper.
Matthew likes to eat his like soup, with toast on the side. I like to eat mine on toast.