Given my schedule, there was no way I was going to be making an Irish meal for St. Patrick's Day, no matter how festive I was feeling. Lucky for me, Randall was up to the task. He whipped up quite the Irish feast, ready and waiting for me when I walked in the door from a long day. Slow-cooked corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, onions, carrots... we slathered the brisket with a friend's homemade spicy mustard (thank you Sarah!), and washed it all down with a Guinness (or two!). Randall even made dessert: baked apples in an Irish whiskey/brown sugar/butter sauce. There are no recipes for me to share, just these photos of a husband's labor of love. Am I spoiled, or what?
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Obviously, I came back to Utah about five days too soon. Lucky you!
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Rand! Looks like you outdid yourself!
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