Corned Beef Hash. Eww or Yum?

You know, throwing up right after eating something is probably the best way to make you no longer like a food. It’s an evolutionary adaptation: if it made you throw up, your brain assumes it’s poison.

Yummeh! >:D

'Nuff said.

All right, dammit. The hash has met the cast iron. I hear it sizzling, and eggs have been coming up to room temperature since I got out of bed.

I too love CBH, and I quite like the Hormel canned variety, but you are definitely right on the resembling dogfood comment.

Except, it probably isn’t, as I’ve seen many a dog eat what they threw up. Just sayin’

Corned beef hash cooked crispy = OM NOM NOM.

Corned beef hash not cooked crispy = dog food.

Just sayin’.

Human Alpo? I can’t get past that, sorry!

I can make heavenly hash with cb leftovers and repurposed old potatoes.

Though if I was hungry enough and had tobasco on hand and could hide it behind the toast, and eat it in the dark, well…