Corned Beef for dinner with cabbage and potatoes. Kim ate earlier. The boys didn’t really like it. Alec didn’t like the consistency, but he liked the cabbage. Earlier, Jude had asked what corned beef tastes like. I told him it tastes kind of like hot dogs. When I gave him a little taste before dinner he said, “You’re right Papa, it does taste like hot dogs.” But then at dinner he didn’t really like it.
It was a 2.8 lb brisket. I got it on sale at Price Chopper just over a month ago for 6 bucks. Took it out of the bag, gave just a quick rinse, as the liquid was really goopy. Placed it into a baking dish, fat side up. Coated the top with the seasoning packet, and then ground pepper over that. Covered with heavy duty foil and placed into a 325 F oven, for 2 & 1/2 hrs. For the last 1/2 hour I took the foil off. Poking it with a fork, it gave no resistance, so I knew it was done. I had been worried, because I didn’t start it until 3:30, and with 3 hrs of cooking at a minimum, there was no room for error. It turned out good however. I took it out of the oven, and let it rest while I boiled the potatoes and prepared the cabbage. I ended up cutting a half cabbage into 4 wedges that I seared in the large iron skillet with olive oil. After flipping them searing on the opposite side and sprinkling with kosher salt and a little ground pepper, I added a 1/2 cup water and let them steam for a few minutes before rubbing butter around the outside.
Jude and I spend most of the day together, as Alec had a birthday party to attend at Sky Zone. We went to the park. It was 60 degrees out. I was wearing shorts, but a sweater and my black levi jacket. Jude played while I fumbled with some new bluetooth headphones that I plan to use with my Apple watch. We stopped by work to confirm that my wedding ring wasn’t there. Which means that Jude likely took it off the window sill and lost it somewhere. Jude wanted Goodcents for lunch, so we rode out bikes as the Art Fair was still in full swing, and traffic was a mess. We ate out at a table in the cool air.
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