My corned beef is boiling heavily in a giant stainless steel pot, seasoned with a bottle of brown ale, mustard seeds, garlic and some salt. I prepared the cabbage separately — because only drunken fools boil cabbage for 5 hours with the meat.
The cabbage was seasoned lightly and dropped into a pot with a buttered beef broth, Guinness stout reduction. The potatoes are being boiled and soon after I will add the carrots — because they require less time to boil in order to meet their perfect texture.
Typically I have parties at House Fly, a few dozen people drinking and sloppily eating — cavorting if you will — but we didn’t feel up to it this year. It wasn’t melancholy, but a dispirited mood best quelled with peace and quiet.
Nevertheless, I still have the tunes of Ireland reverberating thought the house — most likely the last year living here. I’ve decided to say goodbye to NJ — and “fuck off” to their exorbitant state taxes. My destination isn’t etched in stone yet, but I’m leaning towards becoming a Southern Gentleman in the Raleigh area of North Carolina.
Everything ends, except bull markets of course.
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