My mom’s side was the Irish side but we never ate corned beef and cabbage. However, after my mom died and I went to live with my father’s parents, my gramma would make corned beef and cabbage ever St. Patrick’s Day just for me. I hate cabbage!!!! My gramma was German. Now, Germans do cook with cabbage all the time and I hated the smell of cabbage growing up plus I was a vegetarian in high school so I didn’t want to eat corned beef. She would insist I eat a small portion of the corned beef and the cabbage. So my first year of college I was so excited that I wouldn’t have to eat any corned beef and cabbage. St. Paddy’s Day fell the week before Spring Break so I thought I was home free. When I came home for the break, I walked into the house and my gramma had a plate of ….. wait for it …. wait for it …. corned beef and cabbage sitting on the table for me. Damn! I dutifully sat down and choked down my medicine. She had made it one week late just for me. Awww. The love! I’ll admit that I do stomach cabbage better now then I used to and even cook some traditional family recipes with it because my husband loves the crap. I would, also, give anything to sit at my gramma’s table and choke down a plate of corned beef and cabbage today just for her if she was still here. What is even funnier is that when she made other family recipes with cabbage she would actually make two pots. One big pot with cabbage for everyone and a small pot just for me without. Why she insisted I eat it on St. Paddy’s day and go through so much trouble the rest of the year so I didn’t have to eat it is a question I never thought to ask.