Last night I had a hankering for something salty and crunchy. I couldn't go out for a junk food run because my little guy has the flu and my hubs was out, so I made my own chips. It was incredibly easy, I just sliced peeled potatoes on the side of my grater, paper thin and then fried them in a couple of inches of vegetable oil. They were mighty fine, especially hot. When the man got home he demanded, not unlike Thor, in the movie, "Another!" I'd like to get a proper mandolin, to make the chips even prettier and experiment with some other flavours. It is true: there is probably about a potato and a half in a bag of chips, all told. Huh. Who knew?