St. Paddy’s day is more than just corn beef and cabbage. Dare to be different, is my motto.
There are several versions of this dish, the ones served with sour cream, the other with ketchup, and even one with vinegar. It took an adventure and one dear friend for me to even try eating potato pancakes.
Everyone should be so lucky to have that side-kick friend throughout life. You know the Bert and Ernie, the Fred and Ginger type of friendship. Me and Lucy ( she is younger, so I get the headline ) went on a road trip to upstate New York to visit her birthplace.
The scenery was spectacular. Just as dreamy were the long car ride, the endless chatter, and the anticipation. Ooh, to be young and full of adventure. Arriving at our destination we decided to go for a hike, it is here that we came upon a little café. Lucy dared me to get the potato pancakes, I don’t shy away from challenges.
Lucy was most insistent, I was most ravenous. I don’t know if it was the mountain air, the nudging from my friend, or the warm apple butter that made me fall for these little tasty taters. I’m just glad I have a friend that I can dance through life with.
Here is the recipe, may it stir up the gypsy in your soul.