Wahh!... sniffle, sniffle, WAHH! I messed up with my corned beef. OK, drama king routine over.
Just that I tend to eat later in the evening and the thing won't be done until around 8:00 PM and the smell is torturing me... One of these days I'll learn to plan for an earlier dinner with something that is going to have a long cook time so I don't sit and suffer withering away from hunger.
Of course another bonus of planning for an earlier dinner with something like this is that it would, by the laws of nature, become totally legit to have a sandwich later.
It is actually true that the laws of nature support this concept. I even checked with Mother Nature and she is in total agreement. I was going to ask if Father Nature agreed but he can't speak right now as he has a broken jaw that is wired shut. Seems that Mother Nature caught him opening the oven to sneak an early taste and blasted him. Not really sure what she blasted him with but rumor says that she is even more upset as she now has to fix up a branch on one of her favorite trees.
Obviously Father Nature has no comment...
Actually a leprechaun offered to help Mother Nature with fixing the damaged tree but she slapped him to the other side of the rainbow and claimed the pot of gold for herself. Not really sure as to why she wanted the gold as she considers a prime mint leaf more valuable than a ton of gold but suspect that it was done out of spite due to her feeling that it was greed generated by the leprechaun that caused Father Nature to make the mistake of taking an early taste of the corned beef.
The moral of all this is to just not mess with Mother Nature.
For any and all that celibate St Patty's Day I hope that it was good for you.
