Aunt Maureen's Potatoes

My Great Aunt Maureen makes an amazing potato dish that she (or someone) always brings to family functions. We call them Aunt Maureen’s Potatoes. (Clever, huh?) I’ve been told that most people refer to them simply as Pot Luck Potatoes. I was actually really disappointed when I heard that. It made them sound generic. Like anyone could make them. I prefer to think of them as something exclusive to the Schleicher/Wirtel family (and now, a select few Olsons). We’re the only one’s who can make them because we’re the only ones with Aunt Maureen…and we’re not letting anyone else have her! The secret recipe will pass from family to family, continuing on the tradition. You can only marry into the family and therefore, learn the secret. You may come to a family gathering as a guest and get to sample the famed potatoes, but don’t ask for the recipe. We’re not telling. You may wonder how to get those crumbly crumbles on top to brown just right and not burn, or how the potatoes stay so white and so perfectly cubed. What’s that sauce? Is it cheese? Cream cheese? Marscapone? Sorry. Our lips are sealed…until we ourselves take a bite. Mmmm. Aunt Maureen, your secret is safe with me.

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Tiggerr said…
That's what they still are called here too, sweetie. I've learned how to make them without the Cream of whatever soup, but they will always be called Aunt Maureen's potatoes. They were only bad once and that's because the computer messed up the conversion from one word processor to another. Two cups of onions and two teaspoons of pepper instead of ½ should have warned me that something was amiss. Now you made me hungry! Keep writing.......

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