I’m happy to report that I’ve solved a vexing problem. Granted, this problem (soggy fries) does not vex me as much as, say, mosquitos, potholes, or Twitter. Still, mushy fries have long been a personal point of contention with me.
For years, I’d slice the potatoes, pat them dry, carefully spread them on the pan so they weren’t touching, bake them…and then we’d eat limp potatoes. Sometime later, after weeks or months had passed, and my hope had returned, I’d feel compelled to try again. I’d google another recipe and follow the instructions carefully. We’d eat another batch of boggy potatoes.
Then one day, when I had, with trepidation, prepared another pan of potatoes, I got sidetracked by the internets. I was watching Eldad Hagar’s videos about rescuing homeless dogs, got all weepy, and completely forgot about the potatoes….