(Or Au Gratin Potatoes)
Yes, you read that right, Gratin Dauphenois con queso, I’m American, I have no trouble mixing languages, capisce?
I think of Gratin Dauphenois con Queso as my mother-in-law, Gwyneth’s recipe, even though it isn’t, I’m saying it is.
See, before we got married, my ex-husband told me (several times) his mother was a terrible cook. Since our courtship happened over thousands of miles, I didn’t have a chance to test this statement, which was good for MM as it would have been highly unlikely I would have moved over an ocean if this sentenced me to forcing down bad food during family holidays and get-togethers. I am not joking about that. No really, I’m not. Therefore, when I went to Gwyneth and Mike’s house after the engagement ring was on my finger and my house was sold in America, needless to say, I was filled with dread. Also, needless to say, my soon-to-be husband (then) was full of it. Gwyneth was a great cook, what’s more, my father-in-law Mike was too and what’s more, Gwyneth used to serve no meal without dessert. No joke. You gotta love that and I did.
Okay, so she didn’t serve dessert after breakfast but who’s going to complain when you’re at her house, you stumble into the kitchen first thing in the morning, crack open a Diet Coke, sit at her kitchen table and she made you breakfast to order. Yes, you read that right, my mother-in-law made me breakfast to order. No matter what I wanted, a bowl of oatmeal or a Full English, she made it just like I liked it.
What’s that you say? Your mother-in-law doesn’t do that? Poor you. Mine did. YAY!
She also made us these potatoes and let’s just say, after I shoved them down my gullet, I fell in love.
[Melancholy note to this: upon editing this page years after I wrote it, both Mike and Gwyneth have sadly passed…but I love it that this memory remains for me, and like so many that involve them, it’s a good one that I can give to you. Anyway…onward…]
Like all my recipes, these potatoes rock! You will adore these potatoes. But unlike many of my recipes, these potatoes are fiddly. They take time to prepare and loads of time to bake. But you won’t care. Trust me, you won’t. You make these once, you’ll carve an extra two hours out of your day to make these again and again (and again).
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