So two days ago my hubby was having a craving for french fries, big ones with peel. I pointed towards town and said "there is a Bill Millers right down the road!". He did not find that very amusing, even though I was laughing.
Since I promised I would try at least one new dish a month, you guessed it... I made french fries! Your probably thinking..."well that's not new" but for me it is. The last time I tried to fry potatoes (umm, probably 18 years ago) it turned to mush. I admit I can't fry. I actually do try to avoid all recipes that involve frying.
As soon as I decided I would give it a try, I called my bf for backup (the best fryer I know). First we did a trail run of 2 fries. Yup, my temp was too high. After some slight but edible trail runs, I successfully managed to make decent fries! AND the hubs loved and raved over them!
Only bad part is...
NOW HE WANTS FRIED CHICKEN!!!!
I've created a monster!
Wonder if he will notice the KFC bucket in the trash!