My parents received my brother Andrew and his family recently, so my father did some serious cooking. He fried some... well, fries, or chips as we say in England (I finally got used to it), or, as we call it in my family, "frites patio", because they are fried in the garden's patio. Which is great, because the house would smell of oil for days, if not weeks. They are, in my opinion and experience, the best chips in the world. Just thick enough, crispy enough, they are perfect. I haven't had them in years, sadly.
They DO look yummy!
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