The Tater-Top Hotdish, As It Was Meant to Be
A defense of the classic against all comers, plus the one substitution the author will permit, and only that one.
“Where the coffee’s hot, the lakes are cold, and all the children are above average.” — Serving the Chain since 1903.
Eunice Dahlquist writes The Klatch from the corner table at the Daybreak Café, where she has held court since the second Reagan administration.
She also keeps the Living column, the recipes, and a running account of her husband Vern’s fishing claims, which she is uniquely qualified to fact-check.
A defense of the classic against all comers, plus the one substitution the author will permit, and only that one.
June 1976: the same corner is discussed, the lake is two feet low, and the pavilion holds a dance.
It is June, which means there is too much rhubarb, which means it is time, once again, for the only sensible answer: cake.