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Monday, September 27, 2010
Recipe for Potato Crispers
Kadizzle remembered the good old day when he used to harvest potatoes with Charlie Johnson. Today Kadizzle checked out the potato field. Low an behold there was an acre of unharvested potatoes. Kadizzle harvested a big bucket full and washed them. The Commander had told Kadizzle in no uncertain terms he was to cook dinner. These potatoes were designed to become french fries. Kadizzle took a large pan and sliced the potatoes thin length wise. Carefully Kadizzle laid the orphan spuds out in the pan so they were all flat. Prior to that chef Kadizzle greased the large pan with some virgin olive oil. On top of the poor homeless potatoes Kadizzle put a few nice kernels of butter. A dash of garlic salt, some crazy salt and let the little munchkins cook at 350 until crisp. The commander was delighted as we ate potatoe crispers and watched the news. Perhaps tomorrow Kadizzle will rescue more Irish orphans. The taters that were not used today will be donated to Gerty. Gerty will make the poor fellows into Lefsa. Rescuing potatoes is not for everyone, but it brings joy to the Irish.
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