I remember one sunny summer afternoon in 1960 something, I was looking for something to do when I came across a strange piece of equipment I soon figured out was a French fry cutter. You put a potato in one end and push down real bad and it pushes the potato through tiny little knives and out came potato strips. With a little more looking my sister and I found an electric fryer. So you can imagine how excited we were to be making our own French fries!! In fact we were so proud of ourselves we told the whole neighborhood. Day after day we fried up batches of those potatoes and the back door to that kitchen on Dunkle Road became a revolving door. The Porters, Diehls, Fredricks and Wardells just to mention a few didn’t have to wait for Pumpkin Show that year to enjoy delicious hot fries!! Mother said that was the summer she couldn’t keep potatoes or ketchup in the house. 🥔🥔
Food Tells Its Own Story 
This is another one of those “LeAnna” stories that makes me laugh — they are never ending! And I have so many favorites. I really enjoy your sharing the good memories.
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Darlene, you were so much a part of summer in Circleville !! ❤
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That’s very cute and a sweet memory from F Dunkle Road!! Nothing like hot, fresh French fries! Entrepreneurs of the 1960’s!
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Yum! You were born to cook! You were always trying creative new things. I remember in the 1960s when you cut a watermelon in half and filled it with fruit and you made a Valentine’s cake with red icing!
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And in those days we hadn’t heard of things like that!! Ha!!
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