It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve (yes, that is a thing!) and all over the land, giant hunks of corned beef are brining and simmering and generally getting ready for the corned beef and cabbage-fest that is about to happen. I can smell the delicious aroma of my mama's corned beef all the way from three miles up the road from her As We Speak. And tomorrow, after the pints have been drained and the corned beef and cabbage has been eaten and the soda bread is reduced to crumbs and we've all sung Molly Malone a time or two....there will STILL be corned beef left over.