Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I MacGyvered Some Fries Tonight

I thought french fries would be good to accompany supper tonight, so I fired up the oven to about 425 and went to the freezer to pull out the....oh, cr@p! We were out of fries and I didn't want to go to the store for just a bag of frozen fries.

However, I did have several potatoes on hand. And a knife...erg! The one I wanted was in the dishwasher which was barely into the wash cycle.

I pulled an apple corer out of a drawer. It's one of those doohickeys that not only cores the apple, but slices it into wedges at the same time. I found that it also works well on potatoes, with the core being (bonus!) a cylinder of potato. It was much faster than slicing those potatoes into wedges.

Next step - putting the wedges into the baking pan and brushing them with oil. Except I didn't know where the little basting brush was. 

Not a problem! I put the wedges into a zippered plastic storage bag, along with a little grapeseed oil (because that was what we had), closed the bag and shook the heck out of it for about 10 seconds. Voila! Evenly coated potato wedges!

Now I poured them onto the baking pan, sprinkled the wedges with seasoning, popped them in the oven and half an hour later we had the best fried (well... baked) potato wedges we've had in a long time.

Maybe I should write this down, in case I want to do it again.

Oh, wait!  
I just did!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

This day commemorates the activities of the tiny fishing village of Pollo del Mar, which had a cannery, a bakery, and not much else. The people of the town were tired of their diet of fish and bread. One day, however, a crate washed ashore and changed everything. Inside the crate? Five jars of mayonnaise.

The baker sliced loaves of bread and some guy named Charlie mixed the mayo with tuna from the cannery and the community discovered that their food supply would go farther, and was tastier than plain tuna and bread.

Every year the people of Pollo del Mar celebrate the anniversary of when the five jars of mayo washed ashore.

I'm sure there is probably another version of why Cinco de Mayo is celebrated, but I thought this story should be thrown into the mix as well.
*Ding!*
Ahhh... My chimichangas are ready!