“Corned Beef & Cabbage, makes an Irishman savage” – Mama Spats
Every year it would be the same, Ma chopping potatoes and carrots and cabbage for St. Patrick’s Day Dinner. The heady smell of the boiling beef would fill the house, spilling outside down the back stairs. Dishes of mustard on both ends of the kitchen table. Come Hell, high water or Lent, there was an amazing one pot-dinner in praise of the green. It was a tasty little oasis as winter in New England would grind to a close. Every year this dinner popped up near the Ides, near St. Pats. It also coincided close to our Uncle Jimmy’s Birthday on the 14th.
Uncle Jim was a Murphy and as Irish as they come. On a pilgrimage to Caherciveen, near County Cork Uncle Jim traced the Murphy roots back generations. In the old family homestead the genealogy was listed on a wall. To which he added the New England branch of Murphys including the Spatafora name. This makes me Irish-adjacent to speak Angeleno to you all. Not the annual eating of the brisket or wearing o’ the Green, but absolutely sharing the spirit of family and roots makes St. Patrick’s Day special for us.
This heralds the introduction of our holiday classic “The JBCBCB”. It’s inspiration, Jon, is a family to us. He’s part of the Network of Informants and Thieves that we mention every so often Jon tinkered with the recipe and passed the ball to us where we gave it our spin. Jon has a voice like thunder and a smile a mile wide. He’s a great man to know, especially in a bar fight. If you don’t like Jon B, you don’t like brisket. That sounds better than it reads. We love you Jon.
Enjoy your holiday, enjoy our recipe and the laughs that cross contaminate a good time. It’s what it’s all about right? Good times, family (chosen and biological) and good food. Come hungry!!