The bar has been raised. It’s a tough world out there. And in the kitchen at my house, it’s full on warfare. Of the most delicious kind.
Yes, I now live with not one, not two but THREE omnivorous foodies, two-thirds of whom are very good cooks. So I have definitely had to up my game, having for the past year been on a break and for the six years previous having cooked only for myself. Now I cook at least once a week for five or six people. Talk about in at the deep end.
Fortunately I know my onions. I know about protein and nutrition and making a varied and filling meal. So last night’s dinner for four was more or less a success.
As a filling accompaniment to a frittata, I made these potatoes, which I stumbled upon in a glorious voyage of food porn on Monday night. I didn’t follow the recipe, just sliced ’em (with the help of two wooden spoons on either side to keep the knife in check) drizzled oil and sprinkled some salt and smoked paprika and baked them for 45 minutes or so at an average temperature on a low shelf of the oven (I am learning, slowly, how to use this beast). They were crispy, delicious and just like a roast potato without the long, long wait.
With a green salad. And two flatmates who didn’t show up. Which made this the perfect meal for four. Foodies satisfied, and now I have a wee trick up my sleeve for the next potluck dinner. Nom nom nom.