Roasted potatoes have special charms you’d be hard-pressed to find in mashed or baked potatoes. No matter how hard you look. No matter how fond you are of them.
Maybe, because of this, a strange, roasted potato mania is causing them, out of the blue, to pop into my head at all hours of the day and night.
Like at 5 in the morning when I awaken from a nightmare craving roasted potatoes with smoked paprika.
Like right after breakfast when I can’t blame it on hunger but find myself daydreaming of greasy, chicken-fat-drowned potatoes roasting with an entire chicken in my oven. [Read more...]