Pizza Fries

A few years ago, a local pizzeria had a Lenten special on cheese pizza, so I went to pick one up, and after looking at the menu, I decided to get an order of pizza fries.  I had never heard of such a concoction, but the description said that they were covered in garlic butter and mozzarella and served with a side of marinara for dipping.  It sounded delicious; I imagined a heaping pile of fries with aforesaid ingredients.  To my disappointment, these were not fries; they were what the rest of America calls cheesesticks, so effectively, I got two cheese pizzas.  It was a terrible misnomer.

My version of the fries never left me, and last night, we decided to make some.

By way of introduction to what I hope to be a continuing series on this site, my wife and I instituted a date night each week, which is generally on Saturdays and most often in our home.  We don’t know any convenient and willing babysitters for our children, and even if we did, we probably couldn’t afford them.  Thus, we have an in-house date after the kids go to bed.

Last night’s date consisted of pizza fries and homemade buffalo wings.  We chopped five potatoes into fries, deep fried them, and then baked them with garlic salt, a thick spaghetti sauce, and shredded mozarella.  While the fries were baking, we fried our buffalo wings and made our homemade sauce.  We topped it off by splitting a Mickey’s 40 oz., something I haven’t drank since college; it’s still delicious.  All told, it was a glorious date, and the fries were a big success, although if I could do it again, I’d put the spaghetti sauce on the side for dipping to keep the fries from getting soggy.  If I can find a way to cook them without too much smoke, I’m set for opening the pizza fries kiosk at the mall.

~ by The Accountant on April 13, 2008.