My desire to make homemade, hand-cut, skin-on, twice-fried chips fades with every passing day of my new life in the roast potato paradise that is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. As much as I love chunky “fries”, I can’t justify the greasy mess and lasting pong of deep-frying potatoes when I could be roasting them to a perfect crisp, as they do so expertly at two of my favourite kitchens: the Rivington Bar & Grill‘s and my mother-in-law’s. If only I could British roast my chips…
Roast chips recipe
31 October 2008 By 1 Comment
My Tomato Bum Fetish
Having not yet fully grasped the contours of the seasons as they exist in the UK, I may have waited too long for the summer of 2008, which, had it ever arrived, would have marked my fourth summer since moving from New York to London. But now that the two-digit dates of September are here, I am prepared to accept the obvious and pack up my unused, unwrinkled Agnes B. beige linen suit for ‘winter’. I will, nevertheless, hold off on my ‘autumn’ menus and cling like shrink wrap to tomato season for as long as it lasts. [Read more...]
12 September 2008 By 4 Comments
