This is what I made for lunch yesterday. It is a plate of greasy, salty, sinfully divine fried onions and potatoes. You know you want it. Don't resist. This is not a mysterious dish to prepare. Just click HERE to get the recipe.
My Southern readers are laughing hysterically at me wondering why I would post a recipe for this dish. Cooking fried potatoes and onions is like making toast in the south. Well, guess what? Southern readers, Yankee Mom here had never seen a plate of fried potatoes and onions before marrying the redneck. That's right, I am actually going to admit that I can't remember even holding a real honest to goodness onion in my hand before getting married. Growing up, onions came dried and shredded in a shaker bottle. But only used on very rare occasions, and only if they would be undetectable in the final product. Maybe you can guess this but the International Man of Mystery does not care for onions. Neither does Mrs. International Man of Mystery. That left us poor Mysterious kids with no onion experience.
I am okay now. I went to a 12 step onion rehab program and I am cooking like a champ, now. I will even venture to let you in on a secret. Sometimes I make myself a plate of fried onions and potatoes for lunch and I leave out the potatoes. Uh huh, a big plate of fried onions. Then I give my kids big hugs and kisses after school so they can share the onion live!
12.18.17 ~ family (& bacon)
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