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French fries

Pommes frites. Freedom fries. French fries. Whatever you call them, they’re delicious.

Very few among us did not grow up clamoring for “MickeyDonalds” French fries (or was that just me?) When I was a kid, my grandparents would come to visit, and I remember one time insisting that we should go to MickeyDonalds for dinner. “No,” my mom reminded me. “Grandma and Grandpa don’t eat McDonalds. It’s not kosher.” “Oh, okay.” I could be flexible. “Let’s go to Booger King instead!” Yeah, maybe not.

But I dreamed of my next batch of French fries. Still do. Although to be honest, the fries I look for have changed radically over the years.

For several years, after accidentally squeezing lemon juice on a stray fry that was near my fried shrimp, I ate them that way. Delish!

And of course Greek fries – cooked in olive oil, sprinkled with oregano, and dipped in the heavenly yogurt, garlic and cucumber sauce called tzatziki.

Sweet potato fries . . . mmmmm, I did go through a phase where these were on the top of my list.

Out here in the bay area near San Francisco, I discovered a new choice – garlic fries. Everyone in the town needs to eat them at the same time, however . . . or no one can stand to be around each other.

What are your favorites?