Once upon a time, there was an easy way to tell I'm not a morning person: my hatred of eggs and coffee. Now, I drink coffee, but I still hate eggs. There was only one guaranteed item that would make me come to breakfast: corned beef hash. Back then, it was Broadcast brand out of a can, but yum. It wasn't until my late teens and the luncheonette across from the gas station where I worked with Ed making it did I experience homemade hash. Oh my, did that taste sooo good! Still, canned was acceptable, but only if it came in that yellow can, or it was cooked to crispy goodness on a restaurant griddle. Let's just say that places that serve it around here are few and far between. So, when I made corned beef for St. Paddy's day, I had plans. I purposely made more potatoes than I knew we would eat, and I kept back about a pound of meat. Today, I made some from scratch, and it was crazy easy. Corned Beef Hash 8-9 red skinned potatoes, boiled, with skin on, cut in...