i ate five potatoes yesterday, and three more today.
too much is the right amount.
with cilantro and scallion sprankles,
and smoky sriracha ketchup,
y'boi was getting FATTTTT on those spuds.
i don't even feel baad.
crispy, golden skin on seasoned wedges of wonder and starch.
that's it, neighbors.
a pile of potatoes.
what else do we want?
lots and lots.
well, it'd be nice, but the rest seems more plausible.
there's 1 T olive oil,
and 1/4 tsp ea. paprika, black pepper, GPOP, smoked paprika, and turmeric
tossed together with those ripe maine rock-lookalikes, laid out on a parchment-lined tray,
and brought up to 400℉ util they seemed crispy enough for my tastes.
that's all i did.
sliced, seasoned, tossed, spread, baked and eaten.
i added 2 T organic agave-sweetened ketchup to 1 tsp sriracha and 2 shakes of liquid smoke,
and kaPOW, i was dippin' all day to that hot and manly thick red vampire camp sauce.
i'm NOT braggin', bruh.
i'm just sayin'.
i can eat ALL the potatoes.
and i will.
what's the downside?
i look a little worse little faster?
lemme tell you a secret:
it's worth it;
never quiet, never soft.....