My Grandma’s Potato Cakes
The other day I tweeted that I needed an Irish recipe for a St. Patrick’s Day potluck, as my office does a potluck for holidays. I wanted to do something Irish as we don’t have many people of Irish descent in my office1 and I felt the need to represent2. My Aunty Barbara came to the rescue with a recipe for potato cakes that my maternal grandma used to make! They are like scones, but not as dry because they are made with mashed potatoes.
As it turns out, I’m not even going to be at my office today as I have to be at a visioning session in Abbotsford all day, something I hadn’t remembered when the potluck discussions were going on in the lunchroom last week. But that didn’t stop me from trying out the recipe!
Here’s the dough rolled out:
The orange stuff is cheddar cheese and the darker stuff is potato skin (because I leave the skin on my potatoes when I mash them).
Here’s the dough cut into wedges:
Not exactly evenly cut, but close enough.
And here’s the cooked product:
I may have tested a piece of the one on the bottom left of that photo. And they aren’t very well browned because I’m not yet used to my new oven3. So while they don’t look that great, they tasted awesome!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone!
- in fact, I don’t know of anyone else but me, though, admittedly, I don’t actually know everyone’s ancestry. But Caucasians are the minority, so I’m thinking that means not too many Irish people [↩]
- almost everything on the potluck list is decidedly not Irish, but rather decidedly green. Seriously. Guacamole and spinach dip are not, to my knowledge, Irish cuisine [↩]
- my old oven cooked waaaay hotter than the temperature you set it for, so I’ve gotten in the habit of cooking things for shorter than the recipe calls for or else I’d overcook them. These were cooked through, but not browned and I figured it was good enough for the first time [↩]