Potato Stacks in a Muffin Tin
Ingredients (Per Person):
- 1 large potato Maris Piper are my favourite spud, but the ones used here are a more waxy salad potato. Its all good.
- A drizzle of olive oil
- Generous sprinkling of salt and paper are all you need.
As an optional extra add finely chopped garlic, or infused olive oil to add extra flavour.
Peel and thinly slice the potatoes (thinner than a £1 coin if you can). Then layer the slices in an oiled muffin pan. If you use larger potatoes you can obviously get 1 slice per layer, which looks prettier for a fancy dinner. If not, like here, layer up in circles. Laying the slices as flat as possible (like building a dry stone wall) so they don’t topple when you bring them out. Brush with oil and season each layer.Bake (around 180 degrees C) for around 25 mins until golden and crispy, and all the potatoes are cooked through. The exact time will depend upon how densely you have packed them.They should pop out easily. The top is crispy, but the potato inside the layers is soft and fluffy. So much for portion control. The kids and I had 3 each! (I may even have had the 4th when no-one was looking).These are especially good with roast lamb and some rosemary infused oil.
This is so clever!! My mum used to make an American roast potato stack pie when I was a child and gosh, I can still taste it after 20 years. I’ve got to give this a go, for old times sake. Thank you for thinking up the muffin tin idea, so lovely even for kids..my mum did it in a bundt tin and then inverted it into a cake stand..there would be a chive and cream cheese dip in a bowl that fit into where the tin left space.. As you can see, you’ve transported me into a different time with this post..x
Your mums version sounds fantastic – and spectacular. I love that it has a name too “american roast potato stack pie” Even the name makes you want to dive it! You have to make this!
I think its brilliant that you are revisiting all the recipes from your mum and your childhood. Such a great way to keep memories alive. Its amazing how evocative food can be isn’t it. Sadly my mum hated cooking (and still does).