Now, whilst looking at various wartime things I stumbled across a recipe for Irish Potato Cakes. Something that my 10 year old is a huge fan of. Looking back of the years where I wasted mashed potato, I am delighted to have found such a simple recipe to avoid such waste in the future, mainly as I really am awful at the cooking for two amounts....
Looking through the cupboard (quite a nerve wracking job at times!) I happened across some regrowing spuds, excellent!
I set about peeling and boiling them for some mash, whilst they were cooking I clear up the kitchen and prepared the rest of the ingredients of Salt, pepper, melted butter and flour. it did actually call for melted margarine, which is something that I never have. So probably ended up using the entire weeks rations of butter in this one meal...ooops! But seriously I just cannot use Marg, it's vile! And thankfully I am not living in the 1940's
After mashing said boiled spuds, I added the other ingredients to form a stiff dough which I patted into a round about quarter inch thick and then cut into 8.
Tah Da!
So, into the pan they went, with a very eager Alex who said that they smell like pancakes, and that all Irish food has that smell. Where the hell that came from I have no idea, so I asked him how often he had been around Irish food......strange boy!
Here they are cooking away
(am sure that all food bloggers do these kind of images)
The finished articles presented lovingly on an authentic green plate!
Now, any food can look good, but how did they taste to the highly critical foodie that lives in my house and can eat me out of house and home! Especially as his favourite are those by either Warburton's or Paul Rankin.
He ate 4, so they can't be that bad!
Me, I preferred them to the shop bought and will definitely be making them again.
Recipe used was from this blog where there are many more that I will be trying out :-)



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