What do you long to eat?

There was a place we'd go for brunch in Portland, called Toast, that was right by the house we lived in junior year. It was expensive (13$ for brunch, I think, outrageous prices for us in college), and I'd usually get the cheapest thing which was some sort of egg sandwich. I don't really remember the sandwich at all, what I am thinking about is what it was served with: A rosti. What the hell is a rosti? I don't know. It was a hash brown, but wet inside, it was potato kugel, but I've only ever had potato kugel that I made, and that was very greasy and not really good. It was a very thick latke, with no onions. It was very very good. It was like a tadigh, but on both sides, and potato. A spanish tortilla, but, well, hash brownier.

I don't know how to make this, and in fact, I probably will never make it because I looked it up and making a rosti requires doing the thing you have to do for a spanish tortialla, where you flip the half cooked thing out and then fry the bottom half.

Listen. I can confidently flip a pancake with, well, not the best of them, but certainly with adequate flippers, but I have never not been afraid of flipping something so large. They're just so big! Pan sized! I quake at the very thought.

Anyway, I'm longing for a rosti, but I think they were trendy in 2011 but aren't anymore? So I don't know how I'd eat one. If you want to be brave, Martha's recipe looks good.

Okay friends, readers, confidants, this is all I have for you this week. I want a rosti. What do you want?