HASHERS!

four shredded skin-on potatoes,
salt, pepper,
and thinly-sliced shallot....
how's that sound?
good i hope.
and what do you get when that's what you've got?
well,
if you're an expert,
you'll probably have fried up a plate of hash browns.
i mean,
that's the best answer.
....yeah.
and also, YEAH!!
check the teleport:

f'real-deal DÜDI BOI summer's end spuds for your morning.
starch?
got it.
salt?
lots.
buttery goodness?
heck yeah.
crissssssssspy edges???
c'mon, man.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
OBVI, there's crissssspness for days.
that's how you make a hash brown.
otherwise, it's just sad potato.
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anyway,
y'gotta salt and drain the potatoes,
and mix in the shallot, and let it all sit together, salted, in a strainer or colander,
to draw out the extra moisture.
they get soggy if you don't and that's not invited, man.
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then, you HAVE to squeeze away all the excess water,
and potatoes hold a LOT of water.
so be prepared to squeeze a few times, and marvel at all the sad,
grey bummerjuice leaking out from between your hands-
then,
form 'em into whatever shape you like-
i'm a circle guy.
always have been,
and i made 4 thickish circles from 4 potatoes and a shallot-
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i had a hot pan, a pat or three of vegan butter,
and a slow sizzle going on,
when i added this quartet of excellence,
and i put a pat on top of each one, too.
mmhmm.
these'll hold a heck of a lotta fat,
and salt,
so don't be shy.
more cracked black pepper,
and attention are all they really needed.
when the bottom is brown, flip 'em over.
duh.
then do the same all over again.
i added a glug of olive oil at the end of the thing,
and that got 'em shiny, and golden, and good,
and made me happier to eat 'em all up.
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hot sauce?
not necessary.
ketchup?
no freakin' way.
garnish?
no thanks.
straight-up potato morning glory.
that's all i needed, that's all i had,
and i enjoyed every single bite.
just immersing myself in a simple something for a change.
i should do that more.
i should do more, more.
i should do something anyway.
i'll have potatoes to start,
but i need an awakening asap.
my eyes are open, but i'm still asleep.
*
i want sandwiches.
and i want apple everything.
the apples can wait until sunday, though.
that's when autumn happens,
and even though the weather up here is hella fall,
rules is rules,
and i don't eff around with apple exxxplosions until the time is right.
and the time is sunday.
so i guess i'll have to heft myself into a heap of between-bread comfort.
that's how it has to be, so that's how it will be;
never quiet, never soft.....