I may have pontificated about my love for the week of Thanksgiving yesterday–but there is one thing I dislike. It is so hard to find FROZEN HASH BROWNS IN THIS CITY. Seriously, I always volunteer to bring cheesy potatoes to whatever dinner I’m invited to (if I am invited to anything) and then remember that the frozen Ore Ida hash brown is seriously only available in an OUTER BOROUGH grocery store. And I am not leaving Manhattan to find a frozen hash brown. What’s a girl to do?!