Colcannon from Northern Ireland is a potatoes and cabbage recipe, but supposedly creamier than Bubble and Squeak.Īt any rate, my Irish cooking was an experiment. Just as there are many versions of pizza around the world, there seem to be different versions of Bubble and Squeak internationally. Since pork was less expensive than beef, it might have been used more often. Bubble and Squeak was merely a mixture of cabbage with beef or pork. In the beginning, the recipe did not include potatoes. (I’ve looked, but have not been able to find out what ECB was. The Oxford English Dictionary indicates that its first recorded use was in 1762 when it was served at a banquet with tongue and something called Eddowes Cow Bumbo. Patties might bubble, but do they squeak? In the early days, the mixture was cooked over a fire, so perhaps there was at least some crackling while the patties were being fried. Here is a picture of the finished product:īut why the name Bubble and Squeak? According to my friend Wikipedia, the name is derived from the sounds made while the mixture is cooking in the pan. I decided against the eggs on top, which really didn’t seem like a good idea.Ĭonsidering how easy the recipe is, I might even make it again sometime. The consensus in the house was that the fried patties were very tasty. I tried the recipe, using bacon, potatoes, cabbage, carrots, and freshly minced onions. The mashed potatoes are the magical ingredient, holding the mixture together.
1 pound of leftover mashed potatoes (about 2 cups).If there was ever a recipe calling for leftovers, I certainly found it. In Googling Irish dishes, I stumbled upon Bubble and Squeak. I had some substantial leftovers and decided that I would try to make another Irish dish with those. My corned beef turned out so-so on Wednesday, but the veggies weren’t bad.
At that time, we already knew his Irish ancestry from his mom’s side. Patrick’s Day this week, I decided to make some corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes to honor Tom’s paternal and maternal Irish background. She was happy to have met a family relative (but, really, I was not!).
Well, I pointed out that Curlee was my husband’s last name and that she and I were not truly blood relatives. She explained that many of the McCurleys had simplified their name to Curlee or Curley in later years. She gave me a huge hug and claimed very emphatically, “We are RELATED!” She had looked at my badge and saw that my last name was Curlee. When I was at a conference a few years ago, I was approached by a woman I had never seen before.
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