Fries with truffle mayonnaise and parmesan

Ouadie Rhabbouron

đź‘Ą Serves 2
⏱️ Preparation time: 35 minutes

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🧂 Ingredients
Potatoes (Bintje variety): 500 g

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Sunflower Oil for Frying: 1 L

Truffle Mayonnaise: 4 tbsp

Grated Parmesan: 30 g

Watercress or Microgreens: a handful

Fine Salt: 1 tsp

Ground Black Pepper: a pinch

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🍳 Preparation StepsNEXT: Prepare the potatoes: Peel the potatoes, rinse them, and cut them into thick, even fries.

🧊 Soak the fries: Submerge them in a large bowl of cold water for 10 minutes to remove excess starch.

🧻 Dry them thoroughly: Drain the fries and then dry them carefully with a clean tea towel.

🍳 First fry: Heat the oil to 150°C (300°F). Fry the fries for 5 minutes to parboil them without browning. Drain them.

🔥 Second fry: Increase the oil temperature to 180°C (350°F). Fry the fries for 3 to 4 minutes until golden brown and crispy. Drain them on paper towels. 🧂 Season: Season the fries with salt and pepper while they are still hot.🍽️ To serve: Arrange the fries in a wooden bowl. Drizzle with truffle mayonnaise.

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