Homie Like Home Fries

I'm not sure there's a better breakfast option than at 2 local spots my fam squad hits for first meal on occasion. 2 eggs any style, home fries, toast and coffee for a hair over 3 bucks. Cha-ching, breakfast is served. A delicious meal, and filling enough to satisfy even the most mammoth of hungers. The home fries can be thanked for that.

Home fries have sneaked up my lifetime list of favorite potato foods. They passed their close cousin hash browns, and are making the pust towards french..er freedom fry status. I do not forsee them passing fries on the list because I really only crave home fries for a brief window in the morning. Freedom fries I could eat from Noon at lunch till 4am at a diner. Still, the point is that home fries are superb. I like mine well done, with loads of ketchup. And sliced in chunks. Not as big on the cubed version or the grated kind.

On another potato note, I'm not really huge on mashed potatos. Apparently, my sis makes some phenomenal smashed taters so I'm missing out. They just never did alot for me. They've grown on me a little over the past year, mainly because I had some amazing ones at Jared's wedding last summer. They are down on my list of favorite potato dishes though. Not as far down as potato salad mind you, but still low.

Anyhow, homie like his home fries, holla...