I'm not into the whole St. Patrick's Day thing. There are so many things I'd rather eat than boiled meat and cabbage. I was never pinched for my refusal to wear green. An Irish boyfriend's mother once sent a soda bread to our house and boy that shit's the worst ever. It shouldn't even be called bread. There are a lot of cultures with much better food we could celebrate. How do we go about promoting them?
So, it was for Cathy and not the holiday that I made Irish potatoes. When I dissed them--and I dissed them because they're inherently weird not because of the taste--she told me I needed to try homemade ones, and sent me her grandmother's recipe. So I made them. She's right! The homemade are way better than storebought. Even the dude likes them...no loves them, and he doesn't really like sweets.
Cathy has given me permission to share this recipe with you. You should make it.
Cathy's Grandmother's Irish Potatoes
2 boxes 10x sugar (confectioner's sugar, powdered sugar, icing sugar)
4 oz. butter softened
4 oz. cream cheese softened
1/2 cup coconut (optional)
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
Keep a little bit of 10x separate
Mix everything else in a bowl with hands
Roll into bite-size balls
Mix 10x with cinnamon until it resembles the color of potatoes
Roll balls in cinnamon
Chill the candies, but let them soften a little before you eat them
Speaking of grandmothers, mine retired recently and made the front cover of the hometown newspaper (not sure how long this story will be available). You can also hear her--and her wicked New Hampshah accent--if you click on the little slideshow. And you should. You will see that she gets way more into holidays than I do. But that's a bartender's lot. Or a grandmother's. You decide.
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