A friend of mine recently called me to tell me that she ate mashed potatoes for dinner. Just mashed potatoes. I teased her for a bit, but as the day went on…I kept dreaming of potatoes. And when I got home, I melted some butter and got to work. I layered everything in a skillet and baked in the oven until it was crisp and melty. And then I ate potatoes for dinner. Just potatoes.
…and leeks. And manchego. And garlic. And then I called my friend back and told her I’m a convert.