Oh, potatoes. Although many wage war on carbohydrates, I embrace a serving of starch in potato form at least once a week, sometimes more. I can’t think of a form that a potato takes that I don’t enjoy, save for bad fries (the flavorless steak variety that lack seasoning, often served with sub-par burgers at pubs). They’re my quintessential comfort food, barely beating out chocolate cake and the Pork Belly Buns at Momofuku Ssam Bar.
In my pre-Thanksgiving rush to clear out my kitchen, the perfect pairing for the small white potatoes I had was a pile of shallots, fresh rosemary sprigs, and little else. » Read the rest of this entry «