If you didn’t know already, I’m from New Jersey (and I’m damn proud of it). In every town in New Jersey, there’s a very special place that all the locals go for Sunday brunch. It’s clad in chrome & neon lights. It has a bar, but not a liquor license. It’s menu is about 15 pages long and includes foods from all around the world. It’s the happiest place on earth. It’s, THE DINER! In Jersey we absolutely love our diners — We love them SO MUCH in fact that it’s actually required (by law! Seriously. Not making this up.) that we spend the entirety of ages 17-21 living in a booth in the local diner. This law was implemented to help us deal with the weirdness of living in Jersey during the “Old enough to drive, but too young to drink” phase of life. It has been extremely successful in keeping kids out of trouble.
❤ My old diner — The Silver Coin, Hammonton, NJ ::sigh::
Now, you may be wondering “What would you do at a diner that long?”. Well, LOTS! You hang out with your friends. You play music on the weird little juke box thing. You smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, and you eat shitloads of home fries through all hours of the night!! This is all very important for the psychological development of the NJ teenager and the wellbeing of the state of New Jersey, but as you may imagine, this rock-n-roll lifestyle is not healthy for the body and can not go on forever (unfortunately). Eventually, all good New Jersey kids need to get a job, quit smoking and move out of the diner. If they don’t move out and quit smoking, they will be doomed to a life of employment at that very same diner, serving home fries to the next generation of asshole Jersey teenagers, well past the age of retirement. A sad, but all too common fate.
After we grow up and move out of the diner however, we often miss the home fries. Many of us will actually live our adult lives in the same town just so that we can continue to return to the diner every Sunday for brunch… until we are 85 years old and literally can’t get out of bed for the homefries anymore. But others, like myself, may need to move out of town to fulfill our dreams… leaving us far far away from our beloved diner.
Don’t worry though, I actually live right next door to a diner here in Brooklyn, so I still get my fair share of real authentic home fries! That said however, I try not to eat TOO many white potatoes and have recently found the perfect solution to this problem…. YUCCA HOME FRIES!
Pretty fuckin’ good!
- 1 large yucca, peeled and chopped into 1/2″ thick pieces
- 1tsp salt
- 1 tsp ground pepper
- 1 tsp paprika
- water for boiling
- olive oil for frying
- 1 onion chopped
- 2 cloves garlic pressed
- 1 tbsp chopped green onion for garnish
Put the chopped yucca, salt, pepper, and paprika, into a pot and cover with water. Put the pot on the stove on high and bring the water to a low boil. Cover and boil for 15-20 minutes or until the yucca is soft. Drain the water out and set the boiled yucca aside.
In a skillet, heat the olive oil to medium high. Add the onion & garlic and cook until browned. Add the yucca and cover to let the bottom brown. After 5 minutes or so, flip it all over and brown the other side of the yucca. Flip and brown until it’s browned to a point that makes you nostalgic for New Jersey.
Garnish with green onions & serve with ketchup, eggs. sausage. bacon and a shitty cup of coffee. Try to resist the urge to pick up smoking again 😉