I have a revelation to share with everyone. I can make great french fries, the kind that are imperative to have on a hot summer day on the boardwalk, that can only be enjoyed with an ice cold beer. This scares me.
In no way am I trying to put myself out as a good cook. I roast turkeys, chicken, beef and pork roasts in my trusty George Foreman rotisserie oven (love that thing!!) but I can’t follow intricate recipes, such as baking pastries, cakes, etc. I was watching Good Eats on the Food TV network and Alton Brown has enslaved me. I had all of the necessary equipment and supplies, so I embarked on this quest. By the way, a candy thermometer will make your life a lot easier. I cut up two potatoes with a mandoline to make uniform slices, soaked them in cold water for an hour, and spun them dry in my salad spinner. I heated up peanut oil till it was 320 degrees and cooked the fries for the first segment. When all the fries were cooked, I turned up the temperature to 375 degrees for the second cooking. The fries turned a rich golden brown, I salted them, and poured ranch dressing on them (because I’d run out of ketchup). Not to brag too much, but they were so delicious.
What scares me is that the whole process, from start to finish was about one and one half hours. The process was easy, the ingredients were readily available, and the instructions were easy to follow. The point is, I can now easily make french fries whenever I want. I need to lose a whole lot of weight (won’t tell you how much) so I guess I will only be making these goodies on a monthly basis, in small quantities.
My fellow dopes, who are not gourmet chefs, what are your culinary triumphs, the dishes that are the inspiration for epic poems (or just an appreciative belch) that you can share on this thread? Thanks for your replies.