For some reason, I was at a loss for what to cook for dinner tonight. At the last minute, I decided to make fried potatoes (something I have done exactly twice in my life)...and suddenly I was a twelve-year-old girl in my childhood home!
When I was a girl, my mom would sometimes make fried potatoes for weeknight suppers. They smelled so good as they were cooking...but when they made it to my plate, I turned up my nose if they were too brown. "They're burned," I would complain. "I don't want to eat them."
Unfazed, my mom would always tell me, "Queen Elizabeth's favorite food is fried potatoes." And I would have to eat them. For the queen's sake, I suppose.
So tonight, we dined on royal fare. And I remembered my mom's kitchen and the queen.