french fries

"I'm making the fries right now, aren't I?"
"I thought Grace was going to make them."

Steely-eyed, Anna stared at him over her shoulder. "Are you suggesting that I can't make french fries?"
He was bored and restless enough to be pleased that he'd jabbed her ego. "Well, she makes really good
ones."

Inner Harbor

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Slow-Fried French Fries

There are certain foods that are better when not made at home, like french fries. 

To achieve golden-brown perfection, you have to fry them twice...

SHINE 

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"This might be the end of things between us. Can this relationship be
saved? Quick. French fries or caviar?"
"Really, that's ridiculous. French fries, of course."
"Do you mean it?" As if hope had sprung giddily into his heart, he grabbed her hand in a tight grip.
"You're not just saying that to string me along so you can have your way with me?"
"Caviar is fine on occasion, but it's hardly an essential element of life."

Chesapeake Blue

wine and the art of seduction

He picked up the bottle of wine he‟d opened. “I got white because of the chicken, but I didn‟t know what kind you liked. This is supposed to be good.”
“Supposed?”
“I don‟t know a lot about wine. I looked it up.”
She took the glass he offered, sampled, watching him all the while. “Your research paid off.”

Vision in White

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For the gentlemen: a masterclass in how to deal expertly with women and wine.

Does it matter what wine is poured when the intention is to seduce? And if so, what bottles might it be good to open? I ask these questions because I was browsing in wine merchants Lea & Sandeman last Friday when a chap, who I’ll call Mr X, walked in and asked for help.

“I have an important date tonight,” I overheard him say.
“She likes white wine. What should I buy?” 
He twinkled. “My life is in your hands.”



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What she knew about wine wouldn't fill a thimble, but she
sipped because it was expected. Then her brows lifted. "This isn't anything like what they serve down at the pub."
"I wouldn't think so." He considered what they called the house white down at Shiney's one shaky step up from horse piss.

Rising Tides