

Potato Boxty is a traditional Irish potato pancake and an ingenious way to use up leftover mashed potatoes. The scones are best served hot from the oven slathered in - of course - plenty of Irish butter.

I like potato boxty about the size of a traditional blini, crisp and buttery around the edges and creamy within, served with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkling of sliced green onions.įinally, savory potato scones employ mashed potatoes, again, to create a biscuit with a heavenly moist interior and crunchy golden edges made extra savory with a sprinkling of flaked Maldon sea salt. They’re filled with everything from salmon in cream sauce to spiced lamb and vegetables. At Gallagher’s Boxty House in Dublin, they serve a more refined boxty larger, thinner and more like a French crepe than a rustic pan-fried cake. No other country’s identity seems more intertwined with the potato than Ireland, so it seems only fitting we should celebrate St Patrick’s Day with classic Irish recipes featuring the humble spud.īoxty is an Irish version of a potato pancake.īoxty can be small and fat, served alone slathered in melted butter, or alongside everything from bacon and eggs to beef stew. So great had Ireland’s dependence on the potato grown that the potato blight in 1845 caused a famine that devastated the country. Sir Walter Raleigh planted the potato on his Irish estate in the late 1500s, and nearly 200 years later they were a staple of the Irish diet, eaten three times a day - roasted, boiled and mashed with butter and cream and even used to make poteen, the infamously strong Irish moonshine. Initially, the potato received a fairly bleak reception and was considered unhealthy - even poisonous - when it was first presented.

The Incas introduced the potato to the Spanish conquistadors, who then brought it to Europe. This is one of my husband’s favorite stories to tell about his father and the cooking habits of his very Irish grandmother, and her attachment to the potato. I’ll decide what we’re having for dinner later.” So said Mary McCormack O’Connor to her son every night while he was growing up. "Go down into the cellar, Edward, and fill up this pot with potatoes.
