What does Kentucky taste like?
Is it a mess of fried chicken, washed down with bourbon-laced mint juleps, while toes tap to the tune of a bluegrass soundtrack?
Those, at least, are the things that I think of when I hear the name Kentucky. That and the fact that it is home to the famous Kentucky Derby.
I mention it because Chef E is organising a twitter-based Taste of Kentucky Derby Party and I thought that I should bring something along.
The instructions for today’s Spud Sunday can be neatly summarised as follows:
- Open packet.
- Dump contents onto non-stick pan over medium heat.
- Cook until golden on each side.
The contents in question consist mostly of cooked, grated potatoes. The golden-hued result is Swiss rösti. But from a packet? I should explain…