Last night, I couldn't resist.
One strategy we've tried to calm the Frankster into sitting quietly at dinner (b'fast and lunch are no problem, dinner is nuts) is to give her a small quatity of something she really likes, an appetizer of sorts, to get her in the mood to eat (blackberries, Goldfish Crackers,, etc.). Last night, just before dinner, I attacked a russet with our mandoline slicer, plugged in the fry baby and tossed 'em in. They were tasty. Didn't quite work though. All she wanted was the chips. She ended the meal standing on her Learning Tower, eating a bowl of Chex. Hmmm, why does this seem familiar.
Anyway, it's amazing how wonderful a chip can taste when it's made with good oil, fried at the perfect temperature and actually tastes like a potato.
4.04.2005
Just Chips
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Dave, those chips look gorgeous! Love that subtle oil sheen. Yum. You're starting Frankie with only the best, clearly...now, if you could just get through dinner! Hang in there.
Hey Molly, I liked this image because my photographic skills on food aren't so good. But the detail here was nice. The only thing I don't like is they look greasy but "in person" they were crisp and not oily. I think this was at the blotting stage.
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