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So my son is notoriously picky. He has food allergies, so I think he's made himself scared to eat most stuff. Unless, of course, it's through a drive through or a guy with a pizza sign on top of his Toyota Corolla brings it to the door. Side note, why do all pizza guys have Corollas?
Anyway, getting him to eat anything normal is a daily showdown, and I've been getting my butt kicked lately. Dinner has largely come from a box the past couple months, and I decided last week that I'm not going out like a punk. Not to a kid.
Today, I perfected & simplified my truffle fry recipe and got my boy to eat arugula. This is monumental.
Now I know this recipe isn't the healthiest girl at the gym, but it's her chubby bff who paid for a year long membership in advance. It's progress.
I'll post the vegetarian version of the burger recipe when I have more time, but the pics show my son's carnivore lunch which is just basically ground beef generously stuffed with kale & onion. The burger is topped with low-fat Swiss cheese, half a slice of bacon, a few onion slices, a MOUND of baby arugula, and horseradish mustard to keep the toppings sort of in place. My son's not vegetarian obviously, and I know the cheese, beef & bacon seem to defeat the purpose of getting him to eat better. My little trick is that the beef patty is paper thin, and the bacon is cut into 4 pieces and placed to peek out, making it look like a real 'manly bacon burger' to him. In reality, the greens take up most of the sandwich, which is on a 100% whole wheat bun. You gotta do what you can, when you can.
Now the fries. I said all that stuff about my kid eating healthier to make myself feel good. This post is really all about the fries. I'm gonna keep it all the way real. Isn't life really all about the fries? I ate most of those bad boys and gave the boy like 10. Okay, it was definitely 10. I'm greedy so I counted.
I used to do the whole annoying Goop thing, soaking my potatoes, frying twice - all that. In the words of former internet sensation, Sweet Brown,"ain't nobody got time for that"! Except Gwyneth Paltrow, who I'm jealous of. Totally wish I had her time and patience (and staff), but I don't. Snobby foodies will scoff at this, but I use frozen fries and I don't care. I'm a single Mom with 1001 better things to worry about than food rules.
Here's how I make the most scrumptious, low-key truffle fries ever.
2 huge handfuls of frozen fries (I used Publix brand cuz they were on sale.)
2 1/2 tablespoons infused truffle oil (Don't even start with me about truffle oil realism. I'm aware.)
Aprx. 2 tablespoons chopped Italian parsley
1/4 cup shaved parmesan cheese
1/2 teaspoon minced garlic (Mince it yourself or use the kind in the jar. No one cares but fancy people.)
Ground pepper & sea salt to taste
Vegetable oil for frying
1/2 can of Shasta Cola (Now that's the fancy ingredient)
In a deep frying pan, heat oil on medium - medium high heat (about 350-375 for deep fryer)
With a slotted spoon, carefully place frozen fries in pan and stir often (Please be careful, or you'll end up like Sweet Brown.)
Fry until light golden brown
Remove fries carefully in batches and place in paper towel lined bowl
Immediately hit with salt & pepper, and remove paper towel quickly
Toss with garlic, parsley, cheese and truffle oil
Eat and immediately drink half a can of Shasta
**See, the fries are addictive and the earthy, salty truffled heaven will linger in your mouth, and if you don't cut that with something strong, sweet & disgusting, you'll keep eating the fries. I figure half a can of Shasta is better than a plate of deep fried potatoes. I could be wrong though. That was my real logic, but now that I'm typing it out, I could see how that sounds kinda crazy.