I fancy myself a corned beef gormand.
I have talked about this love before, and the fact that there is good corned beef, and bad corned beef, and if you want to know what I really think about you, ask me to serve you corned beef the next time you come round my house, and see which kind I serve you. Ask yourself: Are you corned beef worthy? Well? Are you?
You can understand then, why I'm always on the look out for new brands, given the lengths I go to to source the good stuff. The Brits clearly don't understand what good corned beef looks like and your markets over here typically sell something that looks and tastes like three parts reconstituted cardboard packing and one part leftover pickling juice. So on our monthly run into Manchester's Chinatown last weekend, I was excited to find a new brand - notice the label - it's Extra Chunky
When I turned it over to examine the ingredients, I discovered the secret to this extra chunky-ness. Look at how much beef they cram into each can!
Now math was always one of my strong suits, but I'm stumped.
I haven't opened it yet, but I promise a full report and comparison this weekend.