(Don't) Kiss me, I'm Irish

I was (finally) home in Seattle, enjoying hanging out with my mom on and having a serious hankering for corned beef. Thankfully it was the week of St.Patty's day, so it was easily to come by some great house-brined corned beef (organic, grass fed, etc). And better yet, I was in the mood for a hearty meal after being on the road from Atlanta to SF, to Cool, CA to Portland to Olympia to Seattle all in a very short time. I needed comfort, I also needed replenishment from my race that previous Saturday and this meal was just the ticket. And it was simple too!

The meal:

Corned beef (simmered for 2.5 hrs, 1 hr per pound)

Bubbies Sauerkraut (non-pasteurized!!!)

Mashed Potatoes

Grilled Baby Artichokes (http://www.saveur.com/article/Food/Grilled-Baby-Artichokes)

Throw in a bit of organic dijon mustard and you have a party in your mouth. So why do I say, "don't kiss me, I'm Irish"? Well, the potatoes of course. These were no ordinary mashed potatoes. These were boiled reds with a bit of earth balance smashed together and then twisted with a hearty dose of garlic sauce (Karam's) and horseradish. Aren't those suppose to be the anti-making out foods? But heck it was worth it, they were the best addition to the meal!