Sliced roasted potatoes
When I was in high school, my friend Brownyn and I discovered Tristan Tzara and the Dada manifesto. We were very taken with it! I suppose, to a pair of eccentric teenagers, there was comfort in the idea of tearing down all the rules and conventions and replacing them with something that seemed like meaningful nonsense or meaningless sense. I re-read the manifestos (there area a couple) the other day, and I like the parts of it that makes sense to me, which I suppose is the point of it. They say, “it is terribly simple, to launch a manifesto, you have to want: A, B, & C and fulminate against 1, 2, & 3.” I’m paraphrasing, and getting it all mixed up, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. It makes me want to write a manifesto! (The rusty little gears are whirring and whining!) If I were to write An Ordinary Manifesto, perfect simplicity would be a big part of it. I think there’s great beauty in simple things, if they’re well-seasoned, and this applies to food, and art, and life. Frequently I like the seasoning to be complex, but sometimes the seasoning should be simple as well. A little salt, a little pepper.
I think of potatoes as the ultimate blank canvas in food. They take so well to other flavors and textures. But they do have a flavor all their own, a lovely flavor. And each type of potato has its own distinctive flavor and texture. It’s easy to lose sight of that when you combine them with lots of other ingredients. Prepared simply, like this, with only olive oil, salt and pepper, their pleasing potato-y-ness glows through.
Here’s the Budos Band with Sing a Simple Song.