Scalloped Potatoes and Knives

So I was making scalloped potatoes and using my son’s knives. Can you guess what happened next? Yes. You are right. I cut the finger. Really cut it.  And I am quite the bleeder so I had to call in a Troop.  Who was kind enough to be my hands.  And I talked this very young fellow through making Mama’s Scalloped Potatoes.

As he was dealing with the garlic, I reached for the mandolin to cut the potatoes, I have never used a mandolin before. Surely I could do this one-handed. Wow, what a gadget! They are so sharp and make short work of the potatoes AND another finger on the other hand. Next time I am going to bring my own knives. By now I  had both hands bandaged and needed more help.

Ava was paying close attention.  I am not sure she would have been that useful. Third Son came home and helped the Troop. 

We  rested the sliced potatoes in salty water with the whole garlic cloves and a few twigs of rosemary. 

To assemble  the scalloped potatoes. Grease your dish, and wipe with a sliced piece of garlic.  Layer thinly sliced potato, onion and cheese and pepper ending with potato and cheese.  Half fill the dish with cream. 

Cook in a moderate oven for about two hours, slowly, until tender and tasty.

Ava wants a taste.

We had the Scalloped Potatoes  with grilled lamb chops that had been lightly sprinkled with sea salt. Bowls of Mama Coleslaw.  Now, my darlings, I am talking with limited fingers! Taking off the tips of your fingers is not a comfortable style.  Ow.  So I write again tomorrow.

c

99 responses to “Scalloped Potatoes and Knives”

  1. Celi, those potatoes should be illegal. Because I am on the Geni diet, much like the Celi diet and Scalloped potatoes are to be no where in the vicinity or I won’t be responsible for anything I do or anything I eat. These look to.die.for. Seriously.

  2. YU-UM potato Dauphinoise. Drooling as I type.
    Oh, and OUCH! I know what you mean about other peoples knives, they do say that a blunt knife is more dangerous than a sharp one. Mind you I’ve managed a few sliced fingers over the years, and it’s usually my own fault for being distracted 🙂

  3. Two more things:
    1: Horribly lazy person’s scalloped spuds: leftover french fries from the steakhouse nearby that hand-cuts real russets and fries them in their house-butchered-beef fat; throw ’em in a pan with cream and shredded cheese and butter, salt and pepper, and pray you don’t die before the last forkful because they’re a darn tasty cheat. I mean treat. I mean both.
    2: If you really cut off your fingerprint, now’s the time to consider taking up that life as a criminal mastermind that you’ve been thinking about for so long, Celi . . . . 😉

  4. Mandolines terrify me, the woman who spent 20 years cutting meat and fish for a living. Not the using-it part; no problems there – the taking-it-apart-and-cleaning-it! Unless it’s a big company-sized dish, I’ll use a knife…
    Love your scalloped taters – almost too pretty to eat…
    And Lovely Ava needs a bite!

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