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Maybe it's because of all the time I've spent in Texas, where they know how to treat brisket, that I find myself every Saint Patrick's Day trying to understand the mindset of the Irishman that took a perfectly good piece of angus beef, brined it for days on end, then threw it into a pot of bubbling water and proclaimed, "Mmmm....boiled meat!"
Kent happens to love this Irish delicacy, Michael plugs his nose as he eats it, and I'm convinced they must have also had horseradish sauce (scroll down to bottom of recipe) back then. This might become a regular condiment in our house. I betcha it would go really well with fish and chips, which I'll make next March 17th, to celebrate St. Patty's true heritage.
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Today is 3/14; therefore, we shall celebrate all things Pi. Very fitting for us since Matthew is working on finding circumferences and the area of circles in Math right now.
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I wonder how long Kent sat in his car yesterday pondering what he would say to me before he finally called. After all I don't think there's ever been a time he's used his Blackberry when driving, where I didn't "kindly remind" him of the dangers. Last night my warnings became a bit prophetic, because at 9:30PM, while all-consumed in this nasty little habit of his, Kent didn't quite make his turn and ended up in a shallow ditch.
I suppose he had every right to have pause before calling. It's amazing how well you get to know your spouse after 15 years of marriage. Kent, who would have handled this in complete opposite fashion, knew I would waste no time grabbing the salt and pouring in on. And I must have done this rather loudly, because when I hung up the phone all the boys, along with Catherine were out of bed and ready to go.
On our way to the scene of the crime, I decided not to let this teachable moment pass me by. (After all I had already blown the opportunity to practice patience, love, and kindness on the phone, so why stop now, right?)
"How many times have I told your dad......."
"See what happens when...."
"You better NEVER....cause if you do...!!!!!"
We had to wait a bit for the tow truck, and for the nice policeman to write up Kent's ticket. He was charged with $100 worth of inattentive driving, and there was definite rim damage to the front passenger wheel, so the car could not be driven home. (I was kind-of hoping to have made the trip in vain.)
When Kent was finally done with everything, he headed to the truck and told Michael (who was bound and determined not to lose his seat up front) to get in back.
"Dad! Do you REALLY want to sit next to Mom the WHOLE way home?"
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