Best Baked French Fries

Perfect French fries really are a science, wouldn’t you say? And maybe also an art – the art and science of the perfect French fry. With a side of perfect, spicy ketchup for dipping. This will be our topic du jour:  we’d better get started.

Now, of course, I’ve read all the rags and I know what’s what:  the truly perfect way to make French fries is to double fry them. You par cook them in oil at a lower temp then jack up the heat and get those fries sinfully crisp on the outside and wonderfully soft on the inside. It’s so wrong its right, and I enjoy being wrong/right every time I go to my favorite local fry spot.

But I’m lazy. And I’m not into eating deep fried foods all the time. And I still need to have some crispy taters, dang it! So I worked out a recipe that would get me where I needed to go without all the drama.

Perfect Baked French Frytown, here we come.

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Roasted Walnut Butter

I’ve recently been crushing on nut butters. Hard.

What’s not to love?

I love making nut butters.
I love gifting nut butters.
I love canning and storing nut butters.
Oh, and I love eating nut butters.

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Cinnamon Raisin Oatmeal Fritters

The Olympics are over.
I can’t find a good book to read.
It’s too hot to go on a hike.
TV and movie listings are a barren wasteland.

I’ve become a rerun-watching, leftover-eating, expired magazine-reading hermit.

I need some comfort before the crickets overtake me. Let’s fry up a fritter or ten.

What is it about the combination of cinnamon, raisins, and oatmeal that is so incredibly comforting? I don’t know. It must be scientific. Or maybe magic!

Either way, when comfort is required, my polling suggests that 9.27 out of 10 people are reaching for some form of cinnamon, raisin and oatmeal – be it toast, cereal, or in this case, ridiculously good fried pancakes.

Comfort fritters!

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Baby Ancho Hasselback Potatoes & A Giveaway!

It’s the first official day of summer! Let’s celebrate with a dance around the maypole!

Brain’s Better Half:  “Uh, M.? This isn’t King Arthur’s court. Perhaps these lords and ladies would prefer to celebrate with something a little more timely?”

M.:  OK. How about a recipe for some spicy baby potatoes that are the perfect side dish for your next cookout and a GIVEAWAY?”

Brain’s Better Half:  “Sounds great!”

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Poblano Fried Rice Tacos

I have a confession to make:  I’m completely and utterly addicted to Twitter.

I know, it’s ugly. And I wish I could tell you something better. Like that I’m addicted to doing sit ups or taking heart-healthy vitamins.

No, my friends, I’m just a tweet-loving, twit-obsessed girl who can’t stop living life in just under 140 characters. Please at least allow me to explain how this happened.

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Arroz Rojo

I’ve always truly loved peanuts – they’re just so easy to love! But it wasn’t until my palate matured beyond chicken nuggets, Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip, and pudding pops that I really learned to cook with peanuts.

After setting my Fun Dip down for long enough, the most important thing that I realized about peanuts is that they offer so much more than a simple snack or compliment to a sweet dish. And imagine my delight, since I learned to cook and bake from the perspective of modern Southwestern American culinary tradition, when I discovered that so many Mexican and Native American dishes involve peanuts in some form or other.

These days, one of my favorite ways to use peanuts is in fiery savory dishes that marry the creamy, nutty crunch of peanuts with the fiery heat of chiles. It’s truly a match made in heaven.

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Chuckwagon Apple Fritters

I’ve been thinking about the Good Humor truck a lot lately. Like, a lot. This happens to me almost every summer.

I get super hot.
The sweating starts.
The farmer’s tan shows up.
The sweating continues.
And I think about ice cream like it’s my job.

Every summer when I was a kid, we would spend our days at the local pool. My brother and sister were champion swimmers and they were rocking the butterfly and breaststroke on the neighborhood swim team.

I was a champion eater. Which meant that I was super good at floating. So I was allowed to tag along on pool days. Score!

Around 11:19 a.m., I’d start to get excited. At 12:31 p.m. I was pretty pumped. And by 1:03 p.m., I was straight up freaking out.

Waiting. Stressing. Counting and recounting my coins. Crying a little.

And then, in the far-off distance, I heard it…

Diddly ding da ding da ding ding-a-ling a ding dongggggggggggggg

(Whatever. That’s totally the song.)

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