A drop of the Irish

I am feeling the sudden urge to speak Gaelic and “Riverdance” my way through the kitchen. After a wee bit of coercing, I convinced my husband to go to the liquor store and purchase some Irish whiskey and Bailey’s Irish Cream. After all, what could be better than an Irish coffee? :coffee2: Yum. We’ve been enjoying that after dinner, and tonight I am making corned beef and cabbage, with potatoes and carrots. I might as well hang out the Irish flag. Maybe I’ll pick up some soda bread at the store before supper.

Which reminds me….when I first married my husband, I had no idea that our dinner beliefs would be so different. We are so alike in many ways, but when it comes to food, I’m a southern girl. Food is deep fried and served with gravy. Black-eyed peas, broccoli loaded with cheese, and butter beans get served with dinner. Then there’s my mother’s midwestern influence where we make potato casserole, and dessert is always some sort of pie with ice cream.

Imagine my shock :confused: and horror when my husband did not want me to season our food. Roast beef was not meant to be cooked in a pan with French onion soup and water. It was to be served plain. With mashed potatoes, green beans, and brown n’ serve rolls. Always. Let me tell you, those first few years of marriage were interesting, when I informed him that potatoes would not be served at every meal (my husband is of Irish descent). And worse! No carrots! I don’t like them.

We’ve learned to compromise through the years. I discovered how to cook corned beef (which we NEVER had in our household), and he learned to put up with my typical seasoning of Worcestershire sauce, lemon, and garlic salt. We try to keep desserts for special occasions, and we’ve even added our own dishes. I am proud to say that my hubby no longer orders ribs or steak at a restaurant because mine tastes better. :headspin: I’ve learned to cook fajitas on the grill, and Monterrey Chicken, two of our favorites.

But I am banned from casseroles. I’m not allowed to make them, or I have to accept the fact that he won’t touch them. What about your family? Are there certain foods that you won’t eat (I can’t stand venison or lamb)? Or are there family staples?