They taste like potatoes
Half day tomorrow, going to hit up Slim's for lunch with Steph. Then GOVAC... then thursday, GOVAC again, I need some plans for friday, saturday is Kelly's show (WOOO! So psyched. And I got the Crown Vic to go up there.) Sunday is the 12 hour GOVAC shift from hell, unless Evan dispatches or rides.
So Dad gave me another cooking lesson today. Steak fries and steak. Simple, right? The potatoes are frying, sizzling nicely, and we start perusing the spice cabinet to, no pun intended, spice them up. So the taters get a little pepper, some salt, and... what's this I spy?
Green food coloring.
What can it hurt? I douse the potatoes liberally with food coloring, and stir. Next time my dad looks, the taters are bright green. On tasting the steak fries, after they came out of the oven, my father declared, "They taste like potatoes." So, mission accomplished. They look cool and taste good.
Mmm. Taters.