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by A Plym by Any Other Name

A Day for Caramel Potatoes Crisped in Duck Fat, With Prunes

I had an

accidental five-star day last Monday. The kind of day that can only

happen when you don’t plan a thing. The kind that deepens laugh lines.

The kind that often occurs on a weekday afternoon for no good reason.

It started out

with pho soup in Chinatown. Then Dave and I bowled a few rounds and drank

enough Sam Adams drafts to get a little giggly. (To be clear: I got a

little giggly. Dave would not want me to suggest he is the giggling

kind.)

I also bought

new gray and yellow wedges that were alleged [by a certain non-giggler] to only

be appropriate to wear to a '70s key party. I still advocate the shoes

are dyn-o-mite.

We went home,

opened a bottle of cinsault, and ate Mt. Tam triple cream on a baguette. And I got

to work on dinner.

Whole chicken

was stuffed with wedges of orange citrus. Chunks of potatoes were tossed

in duck fat. A tamarind glaze thickened on the stovetop. And we listened to

Bill Cosby: Himself, while the food did

its thing in the oven. I laughed. He laughed.

Particularly during Bill’s bit on chocolate cake-for-breakfast.

Bill

Cosby: [when his

wife sees he has given the kids cake for breakfast]

“I’ve always

heard about people ‘having a conniption’ but I’d never seen one. You

don’t want to see ‘em. My wife’s face … split. The skin and hair

split and came off of her face so there was nothing except the skull. And

orange light came out of her hair and there was glitter all around. And

fire shot from her eye sockets and began to burn my stomach and she said,

‘WHERE DID THEY GET CHOCOLATE CAKE FROM?’ And I said, ‘They asked for

it!’ And the children who had been singing praises to me … lied on me …

and said, ‘Uh-uh!’ ‘We asked for eggs and milk … and DAD MADE US EAT

THIS!’ And my wife sent me to my room … which is where I wanted to go in

the first place.”

Which brings me

to these potatoes. You see, they have caramel on them. Yes.

Sugar. Burnt and drizzled. With prunes (prunes!) The potatoes

are crisped—pretty much slow fried for an hour—in duck fat.

And you’d think

this would make them a wholly inappropriate mealtime component. All that

fat and sugar. But they’re not. They’re salty-sweet.

Addictive. Wonderful with sticky tamarind chicken. And with Billy

Cosby, for dinner, on a five-star day.

sugar clumps.

Remove the

potatoes from the oven, toss them with the caramel, and taste to add more salt,

as needed. Serve at once.

-These potatoes

will be crispy and not overly sweet despite the caramel. They are lovely.

Perfect for a roasted beast of any sort.

-I had a few

stubborn lumps of sugar that just wouldn’t dissolve, so I strained them

out. Take care not to let the caramel thicken too much or it will become

hard to toss the potatoes in it. The whole caramel process happens rather quickly.

-Leftovers can

be reheated in a microwave (or I assume an oven) and though they won’t be quite

as crispy, they’ll still be good.

-If you don’t

have russet potatoes be sure to use another floury potato type to get the

proper texture and crisping (russets have a higher starch content).