A traditional story in our family came from some tough times. There was a winter when the root cellar froze, and frozen potatoes were on the menu almost daily for several months. (They don't cook well - thank God for venison- hang season and limit!)
My brother Kurt maybe told the story one too many times.
His Christmas stocking was stuffed with frozen potatoes the first year he and his wife were married.
Last edited by las; 09/14/19.
