I was going to post about cookouts on Labor Day, but the truth of the matter is, I haven’t unfurled our barbecue grill since my ex left. I’m afraid to use the thing since the time I tried to start it without supervision and singed the hairs off my arm. I’m just grateful that’s all I did, and I can laugh about it now, but propane makes me nervous. Just ask the manager at my first apartment. Every time the pilot light went out, I called the main office.
Anyway, we had some fun today at my house. After a pity party in which I bemoaned my lack of success with OurTime.com, I decided to get off my arse and go do something. As it turned out, I’d split up a bag of white potatoes I picked up at the farmer’s market, half for boiling, half for french fries. See, ever since we had Boardwalk Fries in Ocean City, I’ve wanted to make homemade fries, to prove to the boys that fresh food was way better than fast food.
Coincidentally, my dad gave me a killer knife, and I mean that literally. The thing is about 14 inches long and older than I am, but he said it just needed some cleaning up and it’d be a good knife. He was right. I cleaned it up, gave it a good sharpening, and tested it out on the potatoes. It sliced raw potatoes like they were butter. I had some perfect julienned potatoes in just a few minutes.
I’ve heard you can deep fry in olive oil, but I didn’t have enough to spare so I used canola oil. I really wanted to use peanut oil, since that’s what the Boardwalk Fries folks used, but nothing about this experience was planned in advance.
And as with most unexpected adventures, it turned out wonderful! 🙂
I put a handful of the potatoes in the oil and stirred with the metal slotted spoon I didn’t know I had. About ten minutes later they floated and had a more solid feel when I stirred them, so I figured they were done. A few shakes of salt and I called out, “Hey guys! Want to try homemade french fries?” I heard things like:
“Oh my God. Wendy’s can bite me.”
“Who needs McDonalds? I don’t want to ever go there again.”
“These are awesome! You’re the best mom ever!” (No, really, he said that.)
…and the piece de resistance: “Thank you!”
Yup. We’re going to do that again.
Just as a side note, I gave up processed sugar three weeks ago, and I feel fantastic. I highly recommend it. Just try it for one week and see how you feel. Of course, I also have a fanatical addiction to red grapes and cheese, but that’s where I get my sugar now. Yum!