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(Abby, I couldn't wait until Friday to post this.)

I was hunting through the fridge trying to turn leftovers into a hot lunch and decided to take the leftover mashed potatoes and make potato pancakes. (How hard could it be? The latkes I made for our Hanukkah celebration were the bomb!) So I heated up some olive oil in a pan, and threw a couple of spoons of potatoes in. It was only when I tried to turn the 'pancakes' over that I realized I needed a binding agent and remembered that the latkes had eggs in then. Working on the principle of 'better late than never' (and knowing that the result was not going to be pretty) I stirred up some eggs and poured them directly into the skillet, figuring I could make some kind of hash looking thing. Meanwhile, the Boy followed his nose, looking leerily at the pan. The conversation went something like this:

Boy: Ugh! What's that? I don't think I'll like it.
Me: (stirring in some garlic and salt) It's made from the leftover mashed potatoes. It's like latkes. You'll love it.
Boy: Well, it doesn't look like latkes.
Me: Well, this is a different recipe. It's (grasping wildly at straws).... a British version. Yeah, it's like egg & chips!
Boy: Okay. But do I have to eat the vegetables? (I was warming up some roasted veggies as well...in a separate pan...I'm not that bad a cook!)
Me: Only if you want a cookie for dessert. Otherwise it's fruit.
Girl: (coming in) What is THAT!?
Boy: It's the English version of latkes. Egg & chips, mom says, but not like potato chips. She used the leftover mashed potatoes.
Girl: Oh! Okay!

They're eating it with gusto as I type. I am darning myself to heck for a week for blaming this mess on the British, but otherwise remain unrepentant.