Cheesy Potatoes

In the years between when my mom got sick and when she died, we did the best that we could for holidays. On Mother’s Day I would usually get takeout from somewhere and bring it over to her house along with a dessert. After her diagnosis, dinners became intense and were usually over pretty quick. We would show up, eat and be on our way. A lot different from when she was healthy and each celebratory meal was an event unto itself.

For obvious reasons, Mother’s Day is no longer a day that is hugely relevant in my life. We don’t have human kids. My mom is no longer alive and Danny’s mom passed away in 2011. Because of all this, it did not even really register with me that this past Sunday was Mother’s Day until I tried to sell an extra set of Pearl Jam tickets and couldn’t get any takers due to the date of the concert.

Danny took off to Raleigh for the concert sometime right after lunch on Sunday and I was on Sherlock duty for the rest of the day. These days all Sherlock really does is lay around (and beg for human food). As it happens, lazy days spent on the sofa snuggling a dog are one of the things in life that I truly excel at.

I pulled this recipe from the binder earlier in the week. It has a lot of ingredients that I like (most of which are not very healthy) and I did not think that it would be all that involved. Serious miscalculation on my part. By the time that I finished this recipe, my kitchen looked like a warzone. I am talking bits of grated potato strewn all over the place and dishes everywhere.

Up until around 5pm on Sunday I had never grated a potato in my entire life. And honestly, not sure that it is likely an activity that I will partake in again.

My thoughts on this recipe are that it was good fresh out of the oven. I reheated it again on Monday evening for dinner and it did not have a lot of reheat value. With a recipe that makes this much food (and a huge mess during preparation) that likely means that I will not put this one in the rotation to make again.