These short little blurbs at the top of a post are meant to hook you. GRAB you so you want to keep reading. As the writer I’m supposed to tease the content below with something that almost forces you to keep reading because it seems so mind blowingly AMAZING.
Last week I ate a potato.
Are you hooked yet?
When last we met I had lost my memory. I’ve regained it so I can let you in on the roller coaster ride of my delightful and incredibly interesting life over the past couple of weeks. I ate a potato. I know. And you thought only rock stars and royalty lived wild lives.
The interesting thing about the potatoes, these purple ones in particular, is they went into the pot one colour and came out of the pot a completely different colour. They were a dark purple to begin with; almost black really.
After cooking them they were blue. Like, navy blue. It was kind of alarming. I was cooking in cast iron so I figured it had something to do with the pot. But then I cut into the potatoes.
It was obvious this was more than the result of a little pot. This was a full-on acid trip.
When I thought about it, I realized I added baking soda to the water I boiled the potatoes in. THAT’S what changed the colour of them, not the cast iron. Purple vegetables are full of different kinds of anthocyanins, which reacts to acid and alkalinity. The extra alkaline in the baking soda boosted the anthocyanins in the potato (which make them purple) and kicked them into high gear turning them blue.
So not an acid trip at all. An anthocyanin trip.
The potato to the left of the purple potatoes in the top photo is called Amarosa and it’s pink on the outside and on the inside; in case you’re looking for colourful potato inspiration for next year. (I bet you didn’t think I was really going to talk about the exciting world of potatoes did you?)
Baking soda helps make the surface of your potatoes soft and rough which in turn helps them get more crispy when you fry them.
OTHER STUFF I DID THE PAST WEEK OR SO …
I went to an art school fundraiser where I walked in, gave away my drink tickets, and headed straight to the charcuterie board where I shovelled 14 pounds of cured meats into my yap. Then I didn’t feel very good in my stomach.
The fundraiser, has a brilliant premise by the way. It takes place in a big gallery in the school where the walls are covered in small paintings in identical black frames. When you show up for the night you’re assigned a number which goes into a bit lottery-type drum.
At 7:00 the drum is brought into the gallery and it begins. The first person to have their number drawn gets first pick of all the paintings on the walls. Everyone goes home with an original artwork by an exceptional local artist. And a belly full of pork.
And finally, last weekend I had 7 cords of wood delivered. My sister Fish Pedicure came and helped all day. We stacked from 11 a.m. to 3 or 4 in the afternoon. It was cold and snowing so I did what I could to make the day as pleasant as possible. I put some happy 80’s music on the outdoor speakers, lit a fire in the pizza oven and took some acid.
In those 4 or 5 hours we had one coffee break and one hotdogs cooked in the pizza oven breaks.
I feel compelled to tell you that I ate a nice healthy breakfast of oatmeal (doing that whole overnight oatmeal thing I do) with maple syrup, pecans and raspberries on top. In case you were thinking of judging me for eating hot dogs. And not even fancy hot dogs at that, but regular cheap, grocery store hot dogs. On bread, because I always have hot dogs but never have hot dog buns.
You can see what my firewood looks like when it’s stacked in this post in case you’re fascinated with wood piles. If you stuck around to hear about how I ate a potato, you might be dull enough to think a good stack of wood is entertaining too.
ON THE MENU LAST WEEK
Hope you’re having a good weekend!
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