Sometimes you just need a plateful of fancy fries for dinner. And when you’re an adult, you can do these sorts of things; this is adulting done right.
This is also what eating your anxiety looks like.
You see, there’s a bit of a stressor brooding over me and I can’t seem to step from beneath it. In less than a month, a good friend and I are catering an engagement party.
I’ve never catered anything in my life. I’m excited! And I’m terrified.
This party is for our dear friends who will be tying the knot this fall. I love them and I feel like I’ve grown incredibly close to them since moving to Raleigh so of course, in true Dana fashion, I’m having nightmares about coming up short on fancy crostini, people grumbling about the sangrias not being boozy enough, or people naysaying the playlist. (For the record, I’ve never made a sangria that wasn’t boozy and I’ve NEVER made a shitty playlist.) But after staring at the menu specifics on Monday, I decided that I needed to eat my worries away.
For this reason, this plate of fries.
Blue cheese is definitely an acquired taste, and the stuff I crumbled over my fiery mountain of fries wasn’t anything like the goop they serve alongside your wings in bars (though I totally dig that goop). This good stuff came from Rogue Creamery in Central Point, Oregon, and though I’m not actually a huge fan of blue cheeses myself, this stuff was hella tasty and funky in all the right ways.
Sometimes you just have to find the right kind.
If you’re staunchly against blue cheese being anywhere near your plate, just omit it — or swap it for some crumbled feta or creamy chèvre. After all, the star in any Buffalo dish is the Frank’s Red Hot. There is no disputing that.
ALSO. UNREALTED BUT TOTALLY IMPORTANT.
I’m very excited to introduce you to our little ladycakes, Tilly :)
If you’re a regular reader and read this post back in March, then you know I recently grieved the loss of my beloved boy, Sergei. It destroyed me. I took the time that I needed to heal, but I knew that rescuing another little furry monster would bring me incredible joy.
And my heart is so. flippin’. full.
This gorgeous gal is a korat. Though I was looking for an adult cat, this little 10-month old face won me over while checking out the kitten cabana at the cat refuge. I mean yeah, okay, I fell in love with a handful of cats that day — but seriously. Look at her.
You can pretty much guarantee that you’ll see her little face pop up around here again. Because food and cats are life.
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Buffalo Sweet Potato Fries With Smokey Blue Cheese
- 10 oz cooked sweet potato fries of your choice if homemade, cook as you normally would; if frozen, go by package instructions
- 1/4 cup Frank's Red Hot Wings Sauce
- 1/4 tsp celery salt optional
- 1-2 TBSP crumbled smokey blue cheese
- Chopped fresh parsley
- Place your cooked sweet potato fries into a large bowl.
- Drizzle the hot sauce over the fries. Cove with a lid or plastic wrap, and toss to evenly coat the fries.
- Plate the fries, and sprinkle with celery salt and crumble blue cheese. Garnish with greens if desired.