Red Flannel Hash

In an airport in Minnesota, I encountered this dish:

I promptly wrote a column about it:  Rediscovering Red Flannel Hash

I hadn't thought of Red Flannel Hash in ages, not since my mother prepared it in Danvers long ago. Her version was not so bright red. She used more potatoes, so the look was pink, not red.

Last week at my sister's home in New Mexico we looked through an old recipe file box that had belonged to our mother.  Inside I found this clipping about red flannel hash: