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French fries, potato chips, mashed potatoes, potato pancakes, hash browns and every other form of the spud puts the rest of the vegetable world to shame.
Give me an order of thin, salty, crispy crunchy french fries and a foamy glass of beer, please, and I’ll be a happy camper. While not a vodka drinker, I understand there is such a thing as potato beer. How bad could that be?
Fond memories from childhood are of mom standing in front of the stove, tending to potato pancakes sizzling in a cast iron skillet on a Friday during Lent. They were brown and crispy and delicious and always served with strawberries.
I also remember mom’s stuffed peppers served over mashed potatoes.
Cheesy au gratin potatoes with ham.
Sweet potato casserole.
Dad’s American fries.
There is never a bad potato other than a rotten one.
As much as I like all vegetables – peas, carrots, beans – they need to up their game if ever to compete with the blessed, almighty potato.
Are you with me?
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