My potato problem

🥔 Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em 🥔. Plus a laid-back weeknight dinner recipe that features them, and why I won't buy a spud that's not organic.

Happy month of virtue, conflicted cook!

Yeah, I know — you’re not conflicted; I’m projecting.

I’m the conflicted one. About so many things! About pasta, which I would eat every day if it weren’t bad for my health and girth. About wine, which I would drink every day if it weren’t bad for my health and girth. And about potatoes, which I would eat with abandon, if they weren’t, oh, you know.

I’m also conflicted about January as national rehabilitation month. Part of me appreciates having society’s permission to revel in lentils, kale and kombucha and cut back on pasta and wine. Another part of me resents herd mentality.

My turmoil is playing out in the potato arena.

I love potatoes. Love potatoes every which way. Love potato chips more than caviar. Love frites more than foie. Love gratin dauphinois more than omakase (well, at least more than newfangled pretentious omakase). Unfortunately, potatoes sit high on the glycemic scale, and generally my family and I like to hang out lower on that …