Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Continuing in the food theme, tonight I made wee red potatos, buttered them put some parsley on them.

I was pleased.

But I'm not a huge potato fan. My Irish ancestors are probably rolling over in their peat graves.

I'd rather have rice.

But I won't say no to a nicely fried french fry. Of the Burger King Variety.


ojamam said...

Have you nodded to your Germanic ancestors by returning the drained, boiled, chunks of tater to the hot pan, sitting them back on the hot burner, and sprinkling them with dashes of apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, salt, and black pepper? The vinegar hits the hot pan, steams up through the mealy potatos, and carries along the flavors. Remove from heat, toss gently, and ingest.

PhantomMinuet said...

I have never met a person who didn't care for potatoes. I am shocked. ;-) Did you know that the potato originated in the Americas?

Melody said...

I don't think I could live without potatoes in some form or fashion - mashed, fried, french fries, baked - mmm. Just not hashbrowns or tater tots, it is a texture thing.

I could go the rest of my life without rice.

I was so sure we were separated at birth.