Crusts and Crumbs: Sweet Potato Pancakes

Friday, May 27, 2011

Sweet Potato Pancakes

Ok, so I realize It's been a rather long time since I've posted...but, in my defense, I do have a rather good excuse... : )

Little Miss is seven weeks old! And I suppose it's about time for me to get back into this blog.

When I was a kid, my mom used to make the most magnificent Mashed Potato Pancakes. I loooved them. I've bugged her and bugged her over the years for the recipe. Somehow, I never got them. Finally, a few months ago, I heard my little brother bragging about how he had made potato pancakes for supper...wait, what?? How unfair. ; ) Finally, after much complaining about this injustice, I got the recipe! I started making Mashed Potato Pancakes like nobody's business. One night we had mashed sweet potatoes, and had some leftovers. Lightbulb! So, I substituted mashed sweet potatoes for the regular mashed potatoes. Brilliant! I'm not a huge fan of maple syrup, but I found a recipe for Essential Buttermilk Syrup that is just lovely. It goes great with the sweet potatoes. Enjoy!

Mashed Potato Pancakes

1 cup of mashed potatoes (regular or sweet- see recipe for mashed sweet potatoes here)
1 egg
1/2 cup of flour
1/2 tsp. baking powder

Mix all ingredients. Batter will be very thick.

You should be able to scoop the batter into a patty. You may have to adjust the flour depending on the thickness/thinness of your potatoes. Scoop batter into a buttered skillet and flatten with a spatula. Cook until golden brown on both sides. Serve with butter and Essential Buttermilk Syrup.

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