I think I can speak for everyone when I say French fries are probably Americans' favorite guilty pleasure. So much so that Americans dared to rename them Freedom fries when France objected to the war.
Interestingly there is nothing French about them. As history goes,
potatoes were first brought to Spain via the New World expeditions.
Fried potatoes became popular during the 17th century in the Spanish
Netherlands, present day Belgium.
When there were no fish to fry, the
poorer citizens fried potatoes. Sometime during World War I, an
American or British soldier eating fried potatoes erroneously named
them French fries since French was the official language of Belgium.
Another theory suggests that the culinary term for slicing into thin
strips, "to French," was applied to fried potatoes and thus the name.
However
the story goes, fried potatoes or pommes frites have achieved worldwide
acclaim. American fast food chains accepted them as their own and their
popularity soared. Once you bite into a golden crisp fry with a pure
white fluffy interior, you just can't stop at one.
As I was making my Shepherd's pie for our book club supper last night, I started to nibble thoughtfully on a celery stick and realized with quite an epiphany what a maligned and ignored vegetable the poor celery is. All due credit to Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall who said, famously, "Celery is a bit like a gym membership." The crunch is the thing, isn't it? It's the minxy little crunch that gets you every time.
I have a special fondness for pot pie. It's one of those all-in-one meals that always hits my comfort spot. And it's a welcome dish to eat on a cold and rainy day like the ones we're having this season. The origins of pot pies can be traced back to the English settlers who brought their love for pies to America. In the States I had never eaten a savory pie. It was always the frozen pies that scared me into believing that pies were no good. Not until my traveling in England did I finally eat my first savory pie. On first bite I fell in love with the flavorful meat and vegetable filling topped with flaky, buttery pastry.
Okay, It is true, I admit it! I make skillet jam, no really, I DO...No fanfare, no canning jars or water bath cauldrons just a non-stick skillet, some ripe, fragrant fruit, sugar and a lemon. That's it! This may not sound like a shortcut, but once you put this on the table some Sunday morning you'll forget that it took you half an hour or so to make. Well maybe 45 minutes until you get less nervous about making jam...
Babka (cake) is a big part of my childhood memories. If you don't know what babka is, I guess the best way to describe it is a very spongy, brioche-like yeast cake. It's sweet and usually has a fruit filling such as golden raisins. It's a very dense cake and the dough can be very finicky and easily over-mixed.