We don't eat spuds that often in my house, quite frankly because my hips don't like them. I have food willpower issues, so I just avoid them like the plague! But on the rare occasion that I do make them, I don't want mashed (even though I make MEAN mashed potatoes) and I don't want boring old baked, cause those are no good without a whole stick of butter in them (again, not very ass friendly).
So, one night, I whipped these up. They are so very comforting, loaded with flavor and I don't have to undo my pants button after eating them!
My measurements are usually done by sight, so I tried my best to duplicate it for you.
This article appears in Dec 31, 2008 – Jan 6, 2009.
