sad potatoes
by michelletranny
I’m drowning in a sea of chips when all I really want is this:
Gregoire Potato Puffs
The dining halls and white people food restaurants here really love their potatoes. Chipped potatoes, jacket potatoes, roasted potatoes, new potatoes. SO MANY ROASTED NEW POTATOES. It’s fucking boring. I’m really getting sick of new potatoes.. I bet it’s the same old fucking potato the British have been eating for the past century but they just changed the name to spice things up a bit. And I dunno.. you can call potatoes whatever fancy name you like (Darwin College is a fan of sexying up the word ‘potatoes’ with French names and/or adjectives referring to some herb or flavor) but they always end up tasting nearly the same with nearly the same texture. If you ask me there ought to be more mashed potatoes (on menus for establishments besides pubs and paired with other things besides ‘bangers’). Just because it isn’t mashed doesn’t mean it’s more sophisticated. I was at Cafe Rouge the other day (2-for-1 meal deals holla!) and would have totally ordered the beef bourgignon if it was to be served with mashers rather than.. roasted new potatoes. A bed of mashers would have been perfect for that dish, soaking up all the delicious beef and red wine-y juices. It’s not like I’m asking for a slightly advanced recipe such as scalloped potatoes, though that would be nice as well. Let’s throw in a picture from that one time I made scalloped potatoes to show that it’s not even that difficult:
Steak by Daniel, Chard by Caroline, Potatoes by Moi
this meal was also made while drunk. extra proof that scalloped pots aren’t that hard.