At my Bridal Shower my Mother-in-law to be, told me that one of Harold’s favorite meals was Potato Pancakes with fresh Applesauce. She even gave me the Iron Skillet in which to cook them and the Recipe.
Armed with a list of ingredients necessary for my first dinner, I happily shopped for potatoes, (of course) eggs, flour, oil, onions, (apple1 only to eat, I was not ready to attempt Homemade Applesauce. Mine will have to come from a Jar.
Busily I set out all the utensils and ingredients to make my first dinner. Oil was put into the Skillet over a low flame to become sizzling hot, ready for the pancakes. I washed and peeled the potatoes and with a small onion grated them into a large bowl. Then I added the flour.eggs salt and pepper and stirred everything together. I was ready, the oil was ready and with a large spoon I started to put my mixture into the pan. After a few moments I noticed that something was wrong. Instead of the pancakes staying together they were falling apart The pan was full of small pieces of potato happily sizzling away and turning a lovely crispy brown.
In walked Harold to find me in tears. Sobbing I cried,”I wanted to make you your favorite meal” Kissing me he said,”Don’t cry, I will show you how to make potato pancakes.”
With the assurance of a gourmet cook, he drained the oil and mixture into a colander and container. The oil to be refrigerated and used for another pancake dinner.He put fresh oil into the pan and proceeded to grate the potatoes on the FINE side of the grater.
By the time I washed my tear stained face, set the table with our new China and Silverware, put the store bought applesauce into a pretty bowl, the pancakes were ready. They were delicious, and so my first dinner party was a success due to my HERO, my husband.
Later as we sat together in the Living Room listening to our favorite RADIO show, we munched on my crispy, tiny tater tidbits, which turned out to be delicious.
Years later recalling this unforgettable dinner party, we wondered if we had patented my recipe for crispy, tiny tater tidbits, would we have become Millionaires.
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