Showing posts with label potatoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potatoes. Show all posts

Sunday, February 19, 2012

An Appropriate Fried Treat for President’s Day!

Let’s see, mashed potatoes, egg, and breadcrumbs. What could possibly be made from this assortment of goods that would be appropriate for President’s Day?

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How about croquettes? Now you might be thinking, why the hell would the founding father’s eat croquettes, that’s quite a stretch Brian. Well, hear me out.

According to the Food Timeline, croquettes were “born” in 1706, or at least came into fashion or were recognized as good cooking, well before the founding of our nation. Furthermore, as much as some Americans would prefer to forget it, we were on pretty good terms with the French at the end of the Revolutionary War. Well, for a short period anyway. And croquettes are probably a French invention, thought Wikipedia refuses to give me a source on this.

At any rate, relations with the French aside, who can say no to breaded and fried mashed potatoes? No matter what your opinion on France, it seems like a pretty good fried celebration food that the founding fathers would have been able to enjoy in their time. And heck, had they despised the French they could call these Freedom Fried Frites, or maybe Liberty Logs.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Nothing Says Love, Like Garlic and Spuds: Roasted Garlic Potatoes. 52 WOC#7–The Theme is Love!

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*A rather somber intro, but don’t worry, it gets better.

Ah, Singles Awareness Day aka SAD. I honestly do not hate or even dislike Valentine’s day. It’s just another day. Actually maybe that’s even worse, it’s worse to be ignored than hated. Well, I don’t ignore it either, I am aware of it, but like so many other single people who have grown jaded towards holidays in general, it’s just another day.

So perhaps this muted sense of apathy suits the rather rather humdrum nature of my chosen ingredient, the potato.

Actually, a pox on this humdrum mood. The theme is love, not Valentine’s day, and love comes in many shapes, sizes, and degrees of magnitude. Just like potatoes (Actually, does that metaphor even work? If you love me, you’ll humor me.)