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You Say Potato - I Say Yes Please
February 29, 2008

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(photo courtesy Epicurious)


I just want to crawl in between one of those lucious, buttery layers and get all snuggled in there like I am in a giant quilt of potato love.

I found the above picture in my recent issue of Bon Appetite'. You can find the recipe here.

And, um, I won't lie. When I opened the magazine and found this picture I gasped, sat up in my seat, and then I licked the page a little. But if it makes you feel any better about my sanity I also maybe sort of did the same thing to a recent photo of Javier Bardem. (Sweet Spanish hunk of burning love...)

My love for the spud (and apparently Javier) can be slightly irrational at times.

I could eat them all day, every day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack. In my sleep - on the treadmill - lying in the couch watching Lydia Bastianich take a bite of her creation and rock her head back and forth in approval.

Mash them, fry them, chip them, bake them, gratin them, stuff them - tie them up in a dirty ole' shoe lace - I don't care. I love them.

I remember when the Atkins Diet Craze(y) started and my friend Laura told me all about this new way of eating. I was perplexed by all the animal fat she was want to consume, and then when she said "...and no potatoes..." I gasped and reached out and slapped her face. And then I stole a piece of her bacon and ran for the hills.

One of my favorite ways to eat a potato is in the fashion that The Grandfather used to make them. The salted water was already boiling when we would arrive at his place, and then he and I would run out to the garden and unearth a few waxy skinned gems. We would wash them a little or not - that was a long time ago. We weren't so concerned with things like pestacides and odd alien particles in our soil. I am pretty sure I consumed a fierce amount of dirt in those days.

Anyway, then he would give them a nice boil until just tender, and pour off the water. And right in that copper-bottomed pot he would throw a slug of butter, fresh parsley from the garden, and a good portion of stone ground mustard. Then he would put the lid on the pot and give it a good shake.

I would be sitting at the table with a couple of forks, and he would plop that pan right in between us and we would dig in, until The Grandmother would slap hands (with a smile) and tell us to get a plate like the rest of the civilized world.

SO. GOOD.


Posted by Foodwhore at February 29, 2008 11:17 AM

I have not commented on your blog before, though I read it regularly, but I simply had to today. I have finally heard of someone who loves potatoes as much as I do! My whole family and all my friends make fun of me.

Yours in potato solidarity,
d

Posted by: D. Cardillo at February 29, 2008 06:57 PM

Eh, what's a little dirt on a potato. As my mother always said, "you gotta eat a peck of dirt before you die."

Posted by: Connie at February 29, 2008 07:06 PM

Oh. Yum.

Posted by: sister AE at February 29, 2008 08:57 PM

I, too have never commented before but I had a huge secret smile to share with someone else the same obsession with the blessed potato as I have.
Viva pomme de terre!

Posted by: Takman at February 29, 2008 09:03 PM

awe, sounds like good times.

Posted by: cathleen at February 29, 2008 09:16 PM

haha, "dirt cleans the stomach" was a phrase my granny used a lot.
and i agree: potato + parsley + butter = heaven!
(followed by wood strawberries with condensed milk...)

Posted by: frau mo at March 1, 2008 02:31 AM

Yum. I love taters too. Now I have to make a gratin after looking at this photo. That will go really well with baked beans tonight!

Posted by: ride&cook at March 1, 2008 04:33 AM

Taters made me delurk.

Taters ON Javier would be perfect, but there must be butter involved. A potato without butter is like a day without sunshine.

Posted by: Geggie at March 1, 2008 07:46 AM

Try baking the mandoline'd slices in coconut cream (the kind from the freezer is best if you can get it). I'll put just the tiniest bit of salt between a few layers and then sprinkle the top with an Indian spice mix or soemthing like ras al hanout. A nine by nine pan takes about 3 cups of coconut cream. I try not to make this too much!

Posted by: elarael at March 1, 2008 01:21 PM

Not much better than a baked potato. And, my mom would tell you the same thing. We both love eating the skins too!

Posted by: Deb Schiff at March 1, 2008 01:27 PM

Oh my goodness, I love potatoes too! I couldn't live without them! I was going to try Atkins but couldn't because I need my daily dose of potato. My favourite ways to have them are chipped, baked, mashed, grated ... oh heck, any way is a good way! I've even eaten them raw!

Posted by: Katie at March 1, 2008 07:53 PM

Hi there!

I read your blog regularly from India though this is the first time I am commenting.

I simple LOVE potatoes and I can eat them in any form except raw :)

We have a dish called aloo paranthas (Indian potato pancake) which is to die for when eaten piping hot and with oodles of butter on top.

This is a link to the reciepe's dish
http://simplyspicy.blogspot.com/2007/05/aloo-paratha.html

There's another one called aloo chaat which is a snack/street food and really yummy.
http://www.indianfoodforever.com/snacks/aloo-chaat.html

Posted by: n.aka.zephyr at March 3, 2008 01:41 AM

"Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew..."
quoth Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings, exaulting the glory of the potato. :)

Posted by: Kristen at March 3, 2008 06:01 AM

That image is food porn! Omigod, I wanna run home and make that recipe right NOW!

Posted by: Mari at March 3, 2008 09:37 AM

What a lovely memory! Weekend before last I went to an oyster roast. Toward the end of the night they started to burn stuff...not so good for the oysters, but oh, the divine red-skinned potatoes with a bit of a crust where they touched the grill, swimming in butter and perfectly salted. They were seriously some of the best things I have eaten in my entire life. I could have eaten far more than the 4 I managed before we made ourselves leave.

Posted by: Kimberly at March 3, 2008 10:46 AM

Mmmmmm. The Grandfather's recipe sounds fantastic. I'll eat potatoes pretty much any way someone wants to serve them to me, and If I had any potatoes at the moment I'd be down in my kitchen making it right now.. It's probably better that I don't, since eating right before bedtime and I do not get along. BUT - there is always tomorrow!

Posted by: nicole at March 3, 2008 10:42 PM

It's so funny that you chose that specific picture because I made that exact recipe last weekend to try out my new mandoline. I gotta tell ya, I was very disappointed. I too am a lover of potatoes and I waited the full hour and a half baking time for this baby to be ready... and.... it was not good. The flavor was off, it was watery and it was not creamy. Such a disappointment! Just had to share my story since it was such a coincidence that you chose this picture! PS I love your blog :)

Posted by: Maxine at March 4, 2008 05:47 AM

a HomerSimpsonesque drooly sound is heard 'round the world...

Posted by: ve at March 4, 2008 12:48 PM

Potatoes are my favorite vegetable. I've never had a recipe with them that I haven't liked. I think my favorite way, although that could change at any moment, is twice cooked stuffed potatoes using blue cheese. Potatoes and blue cheese--there just isn't a better combo out there.

Posted by: Linda at March 5, 2008 03:05 AM

I LOVE POTATOES!!!!

Posted by: Juliet Douglas at March 7, 2008 08:48 AM

 
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