Once you’ve had a make-ahead Mary Berry roast potato, you’ll look at fresh-roasted ones with suspicion. “You mean I could have had pre-meditated crispiness?” you’ll whisper.
This method ruins you for all other roast potatoes. It’s a one-way ticket to crunch-ville, and the mayor is a very smug British lady in a stylish blouse.
So go ahead. Buy a bag of potatoes. Boil them now. Forget them in the fridge. Then, two days later, roast them and reap the rewards of your lazy genius.
You’re welcome. And thanks, Mary. You legend.
