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…