St. Patrick's Day week. Mom made colcannon on Wednesday — mashed potatoes folded with sautéed cabbage, butter, cream, and scallions. It's one of those recipes that sounds like nothing and tastes like everything. The potatoes are creamy, the cabbage adds a slight bitterness, the butter pools in the crater she presses into the top of each serving. It's peasant food, Irish survival food, and Mom makes it with the same reverence she brings to everything — this food kept people alive. Respect it.
Midterm results are trickling in. Communication Theory: A. Public Speaking: A-minus (Dr. Marin said my GI Bill speech was 'passionate and well-structured' but I went thirty seconds over time, which cost me the full A — fair). Sociology: B-plus. Journalism: A. Professor Kim pulled me aside after class and said, 'Have you thought about writing for the university paper?' I said I'd think about it. I'm thinking about it.
Dana told me I should do it. 'You have a voice,' she said. 'Use it.' Dana, who eats PB&J every day and communicates primarily through sarcasm, apparently believes in me. This is either touching or alarming. Both.
Spring break is next week. No plans, no money, no beach trip like the Instagram freshmen who are posting countdown stories to Cancun. My spring break will be: at home, in Norfolk, eating Mom's cooking, maybe picking up a few shifts at a part-time job I've been eyeing at the bookstore in the mall. Glamorous.
But also: restful. I need rest. The first year of college is a marathon disguised as a sprint, and I've been running since September. A week of nothing — a week of Mom's kitchen and Dad's garden and my bed and no alarms — sounds like luxury.
Mom made her potato soup for St. Patrick's Day — potatoes, bacon, onion, chicken broth, cream, cheddar, chives. Heavy and warm and the kind of soup that makes you want to sleep for fourteen hours. She also made brown bread, which is a whole-wheat soda bread with molasses and buttermilk that's denser and darker than regular soda bread and which she serves with butter and honey.
The kitchen smelled like Ireland, or at least like Donna Abernathy's interpretation of Ireland, which involves more butter than the actual Irish probably use but which nobody complains about because butter is the answer to most problems.
Spring break starts Friday. I'm going to sleep late, eat well, and think about whether I want to write for the university paper. I'm going to sit in Mom's kitchen and watch her cook and not analyze it through any communication theory at all. I'm just going to be her daughter, eating her food, in her kitchen.
That's enough for one week. That's always enough.
Mom’s potato soup got me thinking — there’s something about a potato, cream, and good sharp cheese that feels less like a recipe and more like an argument for staying home. Since spring break was already shaping up to be a week of her kitchen and nowhere else to be, I wanted a potato dish I could bring to the table myself, something that honored the same instinct she has: keep it simple, use real ingredients, and don’t apologize for the butter. These Blue Cheese and Cheddar Scalloped Potatoes are exactly that — layered, rich, and the kind of thing that makes a quiet week at home feel like exactly enough.
Blue Cheese and Cheddar Scalloped Potatoes
Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour 10 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 30 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 2 1/2 lbs Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled and sliced 1/8-inch thick
- 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 1 small yellow onion, thinly sliced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 cups heavy cream
- 1/2 cup whole milk
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
- 1 cup sharp cheddar cheese, shredded (divided)
- 3/4 cup crumbled blue cheese (divided)
- 2 tablespoons fresh chives, chopped, for garnish
Instructions
- Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 375°F. Lightly butter a 9x13-inch baking dish and set aside. Peel and slice potatoes as thin and evenly as possible — a mandoline works best here if you have one.
- Saute the aromatics. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the sliced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and translucent, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic and cook for 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Build the cream sauce. Sprinkle the flour over the onion and garlic mixture and stir to coat, cooking for 1 minute. Slowly whisk in the heavy cream and milk, a little at a time, until smooth. Bring to a gentle simmer, stirring frequently, until the sauce thickens slightly, about 3–4 minutes. Season with salt, pepper, and nutmeg. Remove from heat.
- Layer the potatoes. Arrange half of the potato slices in an even layer in the prepared baking dish, overlapping slightly. Pour half the cream sauce over the potatoes. Scatter half the cheddar and half the blue cheese over the top. Repeat with the remaining potatoes, then pour the remaining cream sauce over the top layer.
- Top and bake. Sprinkle the remaining cheddar evenly over the top. Cover the dish tightly with aluminum foil and bake for 45 minutes. Remove the foil and bake for an additional 20–25 minutes, until the top is golden and bubbling and the potatoes are completely tender when pierced with a knife.
- Rest and finish. Remove from the oven and let the dish rest for 10 minutes before serving — this helps the sauce set so it doesn’t run when you cut into it. Scatter the remaining blue cheese crumbles and fresh chives over the top just before serving.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 420 | Protein: 12g | Fat: 28g | Carbs: 34g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 540mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 51 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.