A Crisp Midday Crunch

I set my shopping bags down firmly against the foot of a sturdy cast-iron cafe table outside the corner diner. My shoulders needed a breather after marching around the block. A plate of thick, golden potato wedges arrived in a paper-lined red plastic basket. Grabbing the ceramic salt shaker, I gave it two solid, decisive taps right over the steaming pile. I picked up the crispiest wedge between two fingers, dipped the edge straight into a dollop of tangy dipping sauce, and took a sharp, resounding bite. Piping hot, perfectly crunchy, and exactly the midday recharge I needed.