Potato Day.

Cookinglady

There is just no getting around it:  some days are potato days and that is all there is to it.  All thoughts of Atkins this and GI factor that  go flying out of your rain speckled windows and only the sheer carb laden comfort of a potato or six will do...

Today Darlings is one of those days, and the universe has arranged it so that I have a glut of red roosters available and an oddment of ingredients slowly withering in the fridge, just begging to be magiced into something lip smackingly, butter dribbily  delicious...

So inbetween running in and out of the living room lusting after that wacky little man from The Fratellis, (What is it about quirky men??) on MTV, I have par boiled the potatoes and cut them into half inch thick slices (peel and all),  chopped onion and rashers of streaky bacon, and now when I can drag myself away from the cosiness of my armchair I intend to layer it all in a deep dish,  add a few spoons of cream and knobs of butter between layers, sprinkle with salt and a hefty dose of black pepper, and top with gruyere before cooking for about a thousand years and when law and order is restored after Finley's bedtime, serve it to myself with dark green cabbage and a glass of red wine...

Who wants to join me for a carb fest? I am going nutty night after night in this here little house.

Somebody launch a rescue Alison mission before I turn into Ten Ton Tessie and start stalking curly locked pop stars...

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