Photo courtesy of The Lone Baker via Flickr.
John prepped all our potatoes before I thought to get out the camera.
+ Plus this:
+ Plus this (at 350°):
Equals =
A note about frying: I used to HATE when John fried food. Not because it was unhealthy, fried food is tasty and tasty trumps healthy. I hated dealing with oil in my kitchen and the oil smell in the house (yes, even though John does all the cooking, when we're talking about cleaning, it's my kitchen.) At one point we had a small counter top fryer. The first time we used it there was an oil overflow and I spent hours dealing with the disaster. Needless to say our relationship got off to a bad start. As soon as we moved into our house, I made John use the fryer on the deck until it met its end due to a drunken incident involving a certain tall bald headed friend. There were no tears shed by me that day. The purchase of our grill was the answer. We have one pot designated for frying, which John used on the grill's side burner, outside. Problem solved.
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