Luck of the Irish?

I made my once-a-year corned beef and cabbage dinner last night since I had forgotten to pull the meat out of the freezer to thaw in time for Friday. I thought it turned out well, and Julie ate it up, and Joe did his usual "I'm eating it quietly without complaint but you know I secretly hate this meal" routine. For whatever reason, he seems to tolerate it better when I chop it all up, reheat it in the skillet and call it hash. Maybe it sounds more manly? I don't know.

I start to wonder each year this time - am I the only person on the planet who actually enjoys eating corned beef, potatoes, cabbage and carrots?

For what it's worth, I used the crock pot for the meat and potatoes, then steamed the carrots and cabbage at the last minute in a skillet with some of the broth from the meat.

I think I've used my crock pot the most I ever have or will this week. I also made a bean soup and a barbecued beef roast. It didn't happen that way on purpose, I was just using up ingredients I had on hand and that is what I came up with.