Every time, and I mean every time I ask my husband Petey what he wants for supper, he gives me the same answer. You might think that he’s a picky eater with an extremely limited palate.
Actually, the opposite is true.
The abiding answer to my culinary query?
“Whatever you feel like making.”
Petey’s response gives me complete freedom with my only limitations being price and availability. But, you know, sometimes I am completely out of ideas, and I’m truly seeking direction. Sadly, it never comes from him. Honestly, the fact that I still ask the question after 35 years of non-answers says a ton about me, and not about him.
But, that’s the man I married.
I only learned about ten or twelve years ago that he’s crazy for coconut cake. It’s his favorite. That fact’s not something I’m proud of.
But, he doesn’t make it easy.
I buy this macaroni salad from Lowe’s. It’s really convenient to have on hand when we need a quick side dish. He always eats every bite on his plate.
Last week he told me he doesn’t like it.

Ladies and Gentleman: my husband.
C’mon! How am I supposed to have picked up on that one?
The man is almost militantly easy going when it comes to food. Planning a visit to a restaurant, I study the online menu like it’s an unknown Shakespearian sonnet. I want to know every conceivable option, the chef’s food philosophy, the ingredients’ sources, and whether they cook with gas or electric.
Petey orders the BLT.
So, if the man voluntarily mentions something, or even shows an interest bordering on mild enthusiasm, I take notice. Frankly, it’s such a rare and magical occurrence, I would beg, borrow, and/or steal to produce it for him.
The other night we were watching a PBS cooking show, and there was a potato dish. Petey casually said, “That looks good. We should try something like that.”
Of course, he said this after it was finished and the chef had moved onto something else. And of course, I hadn’t been giving it my full attention, and had no clear idea about ingredients or procedure. So, I watched an encore showing with laser-like focus, and a notebook at the ready. And in the viewing discovered the chef was awful at anything resembling details. I was effectively on my own.
So this is what I came up with.
Petey’s twice-baked potatoes
4 slices thick-cut bacon, cut into ¼ inch strips
2-3 pounds red skin or fingerling potatoes, cut into bite-size pieces
1 ½ cups sour cream
1 teaspoon fresh thyme
1-2 tablespoons fresh chives or green onions, sliced thinly
1 ½ cup shredded parmesan or other dry cheese such as Manchego
Salt & pepper
Preheat oven to 375. Cook bacon in skillet on stovetop until crispy, reserving fat.
Use reserved fat to grease 13 X 9 baking dish. Toss cut potatoes in 1-2 tablespoons rendered bacon fat and season with salt & pepper. Bake for 30 minutes until al dente.
While potatoes are baking, make sauce by mixing together in large bowl, sour cream, herbs, cooked bacon, and ¾ cups cheese.
When the potatoes have finished the first bake, raise oven to 425. Put potatoes into bowl with sauce and mix until coated. Pour back into pan, sprinkle on the rest of the cheese and bake 20 minutes. Remove from oven and let sit 10 minutes before service.
Serves 6.
If you can’t decide whether to make this dish, you might want to know it has Petey’s full-throated, enthusiastic praise.
His exact words?
“It’s not bad.”
Thanks for your time.

It’s an egg dish which is a culinary marriage of Italy and France.
You then place the filling on the dough, leaving a two-inch border around the edge. The edge is folded up and painted with an egg wash. If it’s a sweet galette, sugar is sprinkled over the whole confection, and it’s baked to golden perfection. A savory version is made the same way, only sprinkled with salt, pepper, and any herbs or spices desired.
Like I said, pie is a gift from the culinary gods, but the second type of galette has to my favorite…it’s taters. If I had to give up either pie or spuds forever, it would be goodbye pie.
With a traditional galette, you brown the first side, then place a plate over the skillet, flip it, return it to the pan cooked side up, and brown the bottom.
Sprinkle the top with crumbled goat cheese. Then set the pan in the oven under a low broiler until the frittata is just set, and it’s puffed and very lightly golden. Remove from oven, slide it onto a serving platter, let it sit for a minute or two, then slice and serve. It will feed six. It’s actually good cold, so leftovers make a great lunch the next day.
Thanks for your time.
Before I write another word, for the sake of your circulatory system and my conscience, I need to be completely honest with you, Gentle Reader.

I succumbed to poutine at lunch yesterday. And it was really good. But again, so very calorific and rich that The Kid and I shared an order, and last night for dinner I was fine with just some fruit.
Fry-In a large heavy pot, sauté the base. Get some type of fat hot. It can be butter, oil, or render some bacon. Then toss in some kind of base; onions, mushrooms, or meat (like that delicious, delicious bacon).
Deglaze- Add cold liquid to the hot pot. This will immediately lower the temp and allow you to scrape up brown bits. If using alcohol, allow it to almost cook out, then pour in enough stock to make an unctuous sauce. Add back veg, but hold bacon for garnish.
Instead of fries, use tater tots. Cover with lashings of mushroom/onion gravy in which you deglazed with sherry, then added beef stock. Sprinkle on a big handful of coarsely grated hoop cheese on top.
How about some sweet potato poutine? Make sweet potato fries, either homemade or store-bought. This time use goat cheese, and red-eye gravy. For the gravy, cook bacon until it’s brown and crispy. Remove bacon from pan and stir in flour. Then add a couple cups of coffee and whisk until thick. Top with crumbled, crispy bacon.
Thanks for your time.






























