Grease is the word.
I chose the McDonald’s version of hash browns specifically to highlight the vast difference between vastly inferior, horrific hash browns and deliciously divine home fries. I will continue to slander that horrific abomination known as hash browns to the fullest extent of the law.
Also, if you order home fries, you better get them with peppers…and you better like them!
And…don’t forget, corned beef hash is a side dish; order accordingly.
They do often come with peppers. For this reason, if the menu says, “comes with hash browns” I don’t worry too much. But if it says “comes with home fries” I inquire as to peppers, and ask them to avoid sullying my plate with that abomination if it does.
If I can put a fried egg on top, I’ll take either. Otherwise, hash browns.
Hold it right there, toots. Are you going sit there and try to tell me that you don’t like fried bell peppers? And, not only do you not like fried bell peppers, you consider fried bell peppers to be an abomination? (excuse me while I pop an aspirin to prophylax against the inevitable stroke to come)
I think that may the single most absurd statement made by any man, woman, child, beast, plant, mineral or extraterrestrial since the Big Bang and probably before.
Next, you’ll be telling me you don’t like onions, or air, or kittens, or anchovies, or kimchee, or molecules, or…
Yes. I don’t really even like sitting at a table with people eating cooked bell peppers. Fried is not as evil as baked (stuffed peppers–now that is a truly despicable abomination!)
Wow, I wonder how else I can shock you.
I like fried onions, breathe air, and have fostered adorable baby kittens, if that makes you feel better. I can tolerate anchovies, but not kimchee. But so long as you keep the kimchee to yourself I don’t mind it at the table.
Cheers!
Like their fries, you have to eat them hot. Unlike the fries, you actually want them to be a little less than fresh, so they get crispier.