Flowers, Part 2, and Hasselback Potatoes

Over a decade later, I still have issues with flowers.

It all started a few weeks before Valentine’s Day, when my boyfriend and I had a chat over dinner about how neither one normally does much for Valentine’s Day. I thought I was in the clear- maybe we’d make a nice dinner, watch a movie at home, eat some homemade chocolates. And he’s always maintained that he doesn’t like flowers since they die.

Then the week of Valentine’s Day, where I got asked the following questions:

Boyfriend: What’s your address? I’m updating my address book.

That seemed silly, but I gave him my address.

Boyfriend: What’s your schedule like this week? Did you want to get dinner?

I said sure as long as it was low key since I was on nights.

Boyfriend: Hey, I know you’re on nights right now. Do you wake up if someone rings your doorbell? If you get a package, where do they put it?

I replied that the UPS guy leaves packages on my deck since I don’t wake up. To anything.

Boyfriend: Hey, do you wake up if someone call your phone?

I reiterated the point that I don’t wake up. To anything.

Of course, I was working every night up until Valentine’s Day, which made shopping or really anything else a bit difficult, as I was keeping the hours of a vampire (and working a lot of hours at that). But I really had the feeling that I was getting flowers.

On Valentine’s Day, I woke up after sleeping most of the day so I could shower before what I felt was a very early dinner, as it was happening before I was even eating “breakfast” that week. I did, however, check my phone to see if I had a missed call.

No missed call.

I then checked my deck. No flowers.

I checked the side door. No flowers.

I checked the mailbox. No slip from a florist informing me I had missed a delivery.

Now, by this point in time, I was a little bit disappointed. I normally pride myself on my powers of deduction (Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character), and to me there were too many coincidences in Valentine’s Day week. But I then was thinking that I had been wrong.

That is, until my boyfriend showed up, and insisted on walking in (and looking around) my house when he came to pick me up for dinner.

Boyfriend: Did you get a package today? Nope.

Boyfriend: Did you get a phone call? Did your doorbell ring? Nope and nope.

Boyfriend: Well, that’s annoying. I sent you flowers.

I secretly did a “yessssssssssssssss” for my powers of deduction. But then realized I still didn’t have flowers.

After much arguing, I finally got my flowers four days later. And my dad didn’t have to come to the rescue this time (though he did offer to).

Always On Time Hasselback Potatoes*

roasted potatoesno need to have anything delivered


  • Yukon Gold potatoes
  • Pepper
  • Sea salt
  • Olive oil in a spray bottle
  • Parsley
  • Truffle oil (to finish)


  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
  2. Wash potatoes and remove any eyes that might have developed.
  3. In a glass baking dish, spray with olive oil spray (so the potatoes don’t stick and get nicely brown).
  4. One at a time, snuggle the potato close to an old wooden spoon. Using a knife, make thin slices in the potato, cutting until you just barely hit the spoon handle (if you go too hard, you’ll cut the spoon).
  5. Place potatoes into the baking dish. Spray with olive oil. Sprinkle on salt and freshly ground black pepper.
  6. Bake 40-50 minutes or until the potatoes are easily pierced.
  7. Remove from the oven. Drizzle with a teeny bit of truffle oil (use olive oil if you don’t have truffle oil, though I find that a bit of truffle oil goes a long way, and it’s not that much of a fortune) and parsley. Serve.

*a.k.a. Accordion Potatoes


81 thoughts on “Flowers, Part 2, and Hasselback Potatoes

  1. I glad you got your flowers..and I have to say I love Hasselbacks potatoes…It was really special whenever my mom and dad made them for our Saturday dinners…good memories!

  2. I have same issues w/ flowers .. they die! So, when my hubby forgets my rule on flowers and sends them or brings them – I am elated bc it is truly a special occassion to feel special and they look perfect on the counter bc they were unexpected!

  3. What a delicious picture! So easy, too. I have heard of these, but for some reason, always thought they’d be too time consuming. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Haha true- unfortunately since my flowers were made the day before Valentine’s Day (they said they emailed me that they couldn’t deliver that day since they were busy, which my boyfriend quickly pointed out was impossible since they didn’t have my email address), they died in less than a week!

  4. I love those potatoes! I need to make them again. I stuff in tiny slivers of garlic between each slit of potato. Towards the end of baking I toss in shredded cheddar and some crumbled bacon. It becomes a meal in itself. πŸ™‚ Thanks for reminding me about them!

    1. I had them in a restaurant, and figured they had to be easy enough to make- plus with the 400 oven temp, you can roast them along with the mini sweet peppers, plus throw in my stuffed pork chops to make it a full meal!

  5. Yum. Those potatoes look like the bomb diggity. Do people still say bomb diggity? If not, I’d suggest we bring it back in honor of these potatoes.

  6. Wow, they look awesome. But right now a no no for me. But adding it to my recipe folder. I’ll try them when I lose another 25 lbs.

  7. The potatoes look so yummy…now I’m going to be craving roast potatoes all day, dammit! Thank you for following my blog – much appreciated πŸ™‚

  8. I’ve been eyeing these on Pinterest for a while, and just recently made them using your recipe. Sooo good! Like uber baked potatoes…

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