Do you Need Fries with That?

Recently, we stopped at a New York Fries Booth at our local mall. I was getting hungry and there were no leftovers at home for two. I cast a glance at the simple menu. I loved it. I'm a simple girl with down to earth tastes. Hot dog and fries were on my list. Simple and cheap.

At some of the most prestigious eateries, where fish and chips are main features, the fries were over done -(unhealthy and undesirable) and arrived salty when the request for none was given. There was no uniformity at all.

I was joyously surprised when I asked the young man at the New York booth if the 'just golden' in colour and 'no salt' added was a tall order to fill. No, he said. Then I saw the menu listing hot dogs. Nice touch to my take-out food order. I ordered two. The excitement was palpable. If the hot dog was less than expected. I would not order it the next time, just the fries. But alas it was more than expected. The bun was flavourful, delicious with a tender crumb; the hot dog, perfect in every way. The fries, a golden colour with no salt, were delicious. ...Oh My!

A new destination was now on my dining list. We shared the fries. The meal was a hit with a reminder to return and for my husband to order his own. With an air fryer available, leftover fries can be reheated so easily, replicating my visit to NY Fries.

Salt is the silent killer in our vast processed diet with fries being the main target for its delivery into our bodies. No thank you. I will salt if needed but there is no need. Salt abounds all around us in the toppings, protein choices and other foods we eat. Now we have a 'new kid on the block'- seasoned fries, a euphemism, in my opinion, for salt, because it is. 

This new twist on fries has 'head office' making the decision that we need more salt, Enough already. No thanks. My choice not yours. Salt is the sneaky ambush in our food. The food landscape is awash with many types of cuisine and simple food ideas at unbeatable prices. Choices abound: online, on foot and in person! We are not children. I can meet any low standard required in my kitchen. But sometimes I want to escape without fuss or bother.  

My 6-year-old grandson makes breakfast often, I hear and does a mean pasta and pierogy. I love both, homemade preferred. The taste difference is remarkable and oh so delicious. No degree required.  Takeout, take note: the rebellion has started. A new generation is here. Get rid of the excess salt and I'm yours.