Tuesday, September 30, 2014

St. Jakobi Pancake Dinner

The Best Potato Pancakes

It all begins with a silent hall, all set and waiting for the first customers.

The kitchen help is preparing for the next day,

right down to the syrup.

Even the men are helping in the kitchen. It doesn't matter that Elmer is the organist. He still pitches in and helps wherever he can.

Outside, the potatoes are peeling all by themselves.
Well, ok, with the the help of a machine, which spews out the peelings and water. Robbie is keeping a close eye on on that.

Out comes the nice white potatoes, ready to be cut into pieces. These fine gents are getting the job done. When you retire from the hot kitchen, you get the job of cutting the potatoes and poking their eyes out. The eyes of the potatoes, not the fine gents' eyes.

There lots of pies,

and even a cheesecake. Caramel Cheesecake!
I tried to sneak it off the shelf, but I didn't even get one finger on it. Those ladies have eagle eyes when it comes to the pies. One piece per customer please. There were apple, blueberry, cherry, lemon, coconut, chocolate, pumpkin, pecan, lime, and on and on and on.

The people line up orderly, waiting to buy their tickets.

Meanwhile, the help in the kitchen is real busy.

Ahem. I said, the help in the kitchen is real busy.

 I know. Slackers, the lot of them. Remember, one is your son-in-law, the other 2 are blood relatives.
 Marv used to be the master mixer of the said pancakes. Today he is the kitchen boss.
I don't know if he knows that.
I don't know if anybody else knows that.
My blog, my decision.

This time Marshall was mixing. He told me they had been mixing and frying since 6:00 a.m. It was now about 8:30 a.m.
I asked him if there was a specific recipe.

Well sure, you add these eggs,

to a bowl of potato, add a measure of this,

 a pinch of that,

give it a mix,

and viola, you have pancakes.
Thank you, Marshall. That was mighty helpful.
Rumor has it the recipe is a well-guarded secret.
Except for the fact that a copy was laying on a table in the dining room.
Those slackers in the kitchen were probably supposed to be guarding it.

So now the customers are being seated,
waiting patiently to be served.
They get pancakes, they get applesauce, they get syrup, they get coffee, they get pie, and let me see. There was one other thing.
Now what was that?

Ah yes. They get sausages!
What a wonderful tasty treat,
at the
But, we're not bragging.
We're just saying.

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