Fried Potatoes

I don’t know about you, but “potato” is one of those words that I can’t spell without double checking the dictionary. “Quail” is another one.

It’s been a bit quiet on the blog here lately. Most of the action has been over at Altar Narrative. Still, I’ve been shooting some personal food stuff lately, mostly when Anne is cooking. One of her great dishes is fried potato slices. They are so good, they are practically medicine.

Fried Potato Slices
(c) Roger Overall