Wishing My Dad could Taste My CrockPot CornBeef.....

Being a McIntyre and a Redhead, well that makes me even more special on St. Patrick's Day.  I have such wonderful memories of St. Patrick's Day, especially since it was my father's favorite day of the year.   He had a routine for our house come St. Patrick's Day.  Of course the wearing of the Green was a must.  Much of the day he would talk in an Irish Brogue as my Italian mother, who became Irish for the day, cooked a traditional St. Paddy's Day Meal.   The smell of corn beef throughout the house was delightful.  The cabbage on the other hand not so delightful.  If our schedules allowed, we would all watch the St. Patrick's Day Parade on T.V.  The two best parades ever come from NYC - The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and the St. Patrick's Day Parade.   5:00pm sharp - our Irish meal was on the table.  My mom's corn beef always melted in my mouth - I can still taste it!!   Irish Soda Bread for dessert and a nice Irish Coffee.   So tonight, as I look forward to eating my Crock Pot Corn Beef - I wish my dad, Gordon McIntyre, was here to taste it.   I am sure it won't be as delicious as my mother's, but for one who doesn't cook much the Crock Pot is the way to go.   I know his Irish Eyes will be smiling down on me!  Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Ginger Girl