Most holiday breakfasts in our family included these pancakes.

These potatoes were so good with meat loaf. Grandma’s secret was beef broth.

Grandma said this was one potato dish that was great for the family and pretty enough for company.

My aunt complimented Grandma on having a hundred ways to make potatoes taste good.

When I turned eight years old, I was allowed to mash the potatoes. I was thrilled, because it looked like such fun.

Nothing tasted as rich or as satisfying as Grandma’s potato casserole.

‘Chop that onion fine,’ Grandma would tell me. ‘Grandpa doesn’t want big hunks of onion in his potatoes.’

These were my mom’s favorite baked potatoes. She loved the delectable, crisp skin.

When meat was in short supply, Grandma served these filling potatoes as the entree.

When I was little, Grandma would make dresses for our dolls from 50-pound cloth potato bags.