The thing is, you can't successfully transport french fries home. Solution: fry them at home! Not an epiphany but don't we all shy away? We needn't...
Heat, salt, fat, booze. Tapas is my spirit animal.
One December day in New York, on the first really snowy day of that winter, I went to M. Wells Dinette at MoMA PS1. It was cold enough outside that I passed over the things I probably should have ordered...
This is the menu to make when you suddenly have guests coming by for lunch or brunch. It's light, complete and most of all, friendly--to YOU.
Buttery mashed potatoes for simple meals where you want a milky, innocent side. Browned butter mashed potatoes for a feast.
Couldn't be bothered + didn't want to clean + ran out of time + mixed with late-summer vegetables = my latest go-to meal.
Filling, flavourful and special in appearance too, all golden and presented family-style in a casserole dish.
Soft scalloped-potato-like texture and a crispy, shattered edge too--the little burnt edges are actually awesome.
These potatoes are my mom's specialty and James' absolute favourite dish of hers.
This sort of combines the best of those open-faced sammies with one of best thing on earth: poutine.
Innocent-enough potatoes and onions would have been on the approved list for my moderate January cleanse. Too bad we threw them into a ton of oil and fried the hell out of them. (Totally worth it!)
roasted potatoes are tempting any time of year, but the tiniest new potatoes, dripping in butter, almost burst in your mouth.