Hands down, my favorite part of Lloyd’s dad’s surprise party was when we went to Grandma’s house to help with the food. Lloyd’s sister asked me to unload a bunch of stuff out of a plastic bin – bags and boxes of food and several crock pots. I held the last crock pot and said, “Now what goes in this?” She replied, “Oh, I don’t want those – I want the container to mix the potatoes in.”
What the what? Count me it!
It was hilarious. I kept thinking that it was like the episode of M*A*S*H where Hawkeye wants to mix all the fresh eggs up to make French toast – it was just an unimaginable amount of food. Bags and bags of hash browns, a baggie of chopped onion, cans and cans of cream of chicken soup, a container and a half of sour cream and a couple of bags of cheese.
Stirring it was a Herculean task, and I bent a couple of big spoons. Then it got packed into two big roasters (and had a couple of sticks of butter thrown in) and cooked for a few hours.
Awesome. Absolutely awesome.
Kristi says
Oh, yummy. I could eat an entire meal of those potatoes.
Jill says
Those potatoes are a staple at every holiday meal for our family. We call them new year’s eve potatoes, but I have no idea why. Is there a name for yours?
Lauren says
I had never heard of these potatoes until I moved to Nebraska and somebody called them confirmation potatoes. I’ve also heard them referred to as company potatoes. I hereby dub them Tub Potatoes.
Brad says
Instead of stirring it with a spoon, you should have put the lid on it and pushed it down a hill.