In case you do not know, my MIL makes the best corned beef in the entire world. It is so tender that tender doesn’t even seem like the right word. Cliched phrases like ‘melt in your mouth’ don’t do it justice. It’s seriously one of my favorite things to eat, and it’s meat, which is kind of a big deal, so I need you to understand the dramatic emphasis here.
Whenever MIL asks me what I want to eat I tell her, “Corn beef and sweet gravy!” and she always laughs and says, “Oh Joey!”
I haven’t figured out why it’s funny, but at least she doesn’t cry.
I hope you aren’t hungry.
It’s important to use the spoon to make a hole in your mashed potatoes so that you get a substantial pond of gravy. I swoop the meat through the mash and gravy. The word gluttony comes to mind here, folks.
No, that’s not the same food at all. That’s firsts and seconds.
Doesn’t it photograph beautifully?
I could eat another round of that right now. I will probably fantasize about it off and on all day.
I really should make it, but then I don’t know that I could stop myself, and in the comfort of my own home, where I tend to be
rude af not as well-mannered, I imagine jabbing people with my fork, screaming, “Mine! Mine!”
What’s your gluttony food?