I remember the first time that I had sweet potato fries.
Well, I remember the first time that I remember having sweet potato fries, but it is possible I had them earlier and don’t remember. But that’s a whole ‘nother discussion we can have some other time.
The first time I remember having sweet potato fries was in downtown Syracuse on a father-daughter date with mon pere. All I remember about it is that we went down some stairs to a restaurant in a basement, and dad made me try his fries because they were his favorite. And now they are mine.
Oven-Roasted Sweet Potato Fries
- 2-3 large sweet potatoes
- 1 T olive oil
- salt to taste
Easy-peasy. Preheat the oven to 450 degrees (yes, make it hot!) and stick a cookie sheet on the middle rack to heat up. Meanwhile, scrub the potatoes and slice ‘em into thin matchsticks. It’s worth the work to shape them like Mickey-D’s fries, because they get nice and broil-ey on all sides.
Take the sheet out of the oven (don’t forget, it’s hot!) and drizzle the olive oil over it. Toss the fries in the oil and lightly salt them. Place on the middle rack for 5 minutes, and give them a stir.
Turn the oven to “broil” and cook the fries for 10 minutes longer, turning the fries every few minutes. I like ‘em to be nice and dark, because then they are perfect with a smidgen of ketchup. Yum.
Check that out.
I also grilled a steak all by myself yesterday! I made a quick Cajun-paprika rub, and I think it came out perfectly. Fritz, however, was not at all comfortable with me edging onto his turf. Deal with it, bro.
Tell me that doesn’t look amazing.
Obviously we aren’t on our way to Boston today because Kristen is sick and decided to finish off her weekend at home with the ‘rents to take care of her (I would, too!). It’s okay though, because I went to the gym this morning for a nice long cardio sesh, and then napped in the sunshine (the sun was out!), stopped at a church sale to snag a few books, and cooked dinner. Later, Cait and Jeff are coming over to hang out by our fire pit for the first time! Should be fun.
So, I wanted to share something I’ve thought about lately. It’s going to be our second anniversary in a week, and I’ve been feeling very nostalgic lately about that first week two years ago when we moved to Long Island, didn’t know anyone, started going to new school programs, and were just getting used to living together. It struck me as I was driving home from school the other day that we really are in charge of making our own happiness.
If we wanted to, Fritz and I could make a list that was several notebooks long about things we don’t like about our life–and they aren’t just tiny little details. We don’t love living on Long Island (okay, we hate it), our school programs are incredibly stressful, we are deeply in debt due to school loans (and live on a tiny budget!), our cat is adorable but entirely evil, our families live so far away, and blah blah blah. But those things don’t matter in the context of what we do have.
We’ve taken hold of the reins on our own happiness and decided that our circumstances won’t dictate our peace of mind. And I’ve been lucky enough that I found hobbies that I love and am passionate about (cooking, blogging, and my newly found photography), that I can use to fill up any residual feelings of discontent.
Not to mention that Fritz has a totally rockin’ bod. So that helps. Kinda hard to be unhappy with your circumstances when that six-pack is just hangin’ around the house all the time.
Oh! And I wanted to show you guys something that our friend Gill brought over to celebrate Fritz’s citizenship:
How sweet is that?