Little Potatoes

I’ve always been a big fan of potatoes. Having spent a great deal of my childhood in Kansas, potatoes were a staple at our dinner table. Although in the midwest, we called it supper. (Breakfast was breakfast, lunch was called dinner, and dinner was called supper).

There wasn’t a supper at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house that didn’t include potatoes. One of my favorites was my Grandma’s fried potatoes, which she made with bacon grease and chopped onions all fried up nice and crispy in her cast iron skillet. By today’s standards her fried potatoes would be called unhealthy, but what I wouldn’t give for some of them now. I miss her and her wonderful down home cooking.

When I saw these little potatoes (of course I couldn’t resist), I decided I had to give them a try. Wow! They’re better than I thought they would be. So creamy and the red skins are thin. What’s not to love? But what first caught my eye was the name – Blushing Belle. Belle happens to be my granddaughter’s nickname, short for Annabelle.

Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’

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3 Comments

    1. Thanks for your comment, Mona, and I’m glad you enjoyed your many warm memories. I imagine the fried potatoes you had were made with love, just as mine were. Wonderful!

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