It's a great dish to make for a crowd but when it's just Dad and you? Not so much. Aside from a single scoop that I put in a container along with some other leftovers and gave to my aunt, Dad and I took down the entire 9x13 pan of holiday potatoes. I ate them for breakfast one day with scrambled eggs. I ate them for breakfast one day with a couple meatless sausage patties from Trader Joe's. I ate them for breakfast one day with an oatmeal scotchie. I ate them for lunch one day with a vegan hot dog. I ate them for dinner one night with a fried baloney sandwich. And one time, I ate just them for dinner.
I'm starting to realize why I only make the d@mn holiday potatoes at Christmas. And maybe the reason my family always puts the expletive in front of the dish's name is not because of how hard they are to prepare (they're really not but some relatives think they are) but because of how often you eat them before they're gone.
