"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, March 6, 2009
A russet potato
... peeled & sliced thinly and tossed in the pan with a little bacon fat and olive oil, salt and pepper. Roasted at 375 for oh you know, until done, then hit with some herbs at the last moment.