For a lot of people the day following St. Patrick’s Day is about trying to function at work while feeling the effects of drinking large amounts of green beer, but for me it’s different.
All I know about St. Patrick was he’s the dude who played his flute (or something) and got all of the snakes out of
England Ireland, but apparently even that’s wrong.
Regardless, the extent of me “celebrating” the day is me wearing a green shirt and making a batch of corned beef and cabbage in the Crock Pot.
I had never even heard of corned beef and cabbage before I moved to Chicagoland over 15 years ago. Tammy and her family introduced it to me during their big St. Patrick’s Day celebrations. Tammy loved it so much that we’d often make our own to eat AFTER having gone to her Mom’s for it.
Since we moved to Memphis a couple of years ago, we’ve continued the tradition of Crock Pottin’ some corned beef and cabbage. This year I made two Crock Pot’s worth of St. Patrick’s Day goodness.
We both devoured our first helpings and went back for more. Since there was an abundance of cabbage, I went all veggies on round 2.
We were both regretting that decision about an hour after eating.
Tammy said she felt like…
Regardless of our bloated and shaky bellies, we both were looking forward to eating more the next day. I made two lunch-sized portions for each of us, but Tammy opted to save hers for dinner. I decided to take mine to work.
When most of my department was at lunch I slipped into the break room to warm it up and instantly regretted it. Not because of how it would affect my stomach, but because I knew it would smell like I had opened a container of farts.
I knew if I REALLY heated it up then the smell would waft through the department, so I decided to only nuke it for about 15 seconds.
Heating it up more than that would have caused people to look around and wonder if someone had just crop dusted them.
When I got to my desk I opened the lid and shoveled in as much cabbage, carrots, potatoes and corned beef I could fit in my mouth and quickly closed the container.
Because I was so afraid the people on the other side of my cube were all looking at each other like…
Next year I’ll try to remember to bring a sammich to lunch the day after St. Patrick’s Day.