I love potato pancakes! I even have a post about potato pancakes, from just a year ago. Only I really wasn't talking about potato pancakes. In fact, I only got to eat a few potato pancakes I made that night, because I ended up in the emergency room getting stitches!
Last Friday night Kevin was away with our church men at a retreat, and I decided to treat myself to potato pancakes. Only, I didn't attempt to chop up frozen butter this time! No stitches for me this time around!
Is there a food you just love that your husband just doesn't love? Potato pancakes is one such food in our family. Since I don't adore cooking that much, I make one meal for both of us. So that means I don't get potato pancakes that often.
I don't really have a recipe. This is what I did:
In blender, process until smooth:
a few sprinkles of garlic salt
about a tablespoon of self-rising flour
I made them just like regular pancakes. They were oh, so very good!
I have many fond memories of potato pancake dinners. My dad was usually the one who made them, but my mom made them too. We'd all sit around the table, and wait for them to be cooked. My dad has the wonderful ability to make plate-sized pancakes and turn them without breaking them. So we would all wait patiently for our pancakes to cook. Maybe while we were waiting we made up names for people. But we all sat around the table and waited, because potato pancakes are best HOT.