July 18, 2005
Come Fry with Me
I know it's been a while since I rapped at ya, but I've been on vacation, and I've been quite busy. Eating, mostly. Since She-of-the-High-Cholesterol is out of the house for a while, I'm finally able to enjoy some food that does not prominently feature rolled oats and wheat grass. Once Amy headed out, all that stood between me and some good food was a gallon of 350° oil and a fairly good chance of burning the house down -- and those were risks I was willing to take. So I headed down to the store and stocked up on food usually prepared exculsively by teenagers in funny hats.
I made quite a few things, but for now I'll focus on french fries, because it's the only meal I took pictures of before I battered, fried, and ate the camera.
Ingredients: One Russet potato. (Not pictured, since I'm pretty sure you know what one looks like.)
Step 1: Slice potato. Apply band-aids.
Step 2: Fry potato. Apply more band-aids.
Step 3: Eat potato, with hamburger, and cold, poorly-poured beer in frosty mug.
I tell you, that was some good stuff. Good, and good for you. Okay, well, one out of two ain't bad.
Other meals prepared during my fry-a-thon:
Pan-fried Chicken and homemade biscuits
Dramatic lighting optional. Actually, this picture was taken at noon, but all the oil droplets in the air made it look like it was taken at Delicious-thirty.
I don't have any pictures of the delicious, delicious, finished product, but here's a quick tip: If the recipe says to let the dough rise for an hour, do not leave the house during that hour. I wasn't sure whether I should fry this, or give it to Mario so he can change to Super Mario.
Amy comes home next week, so I'm thinking I'll try one last frying adventure before she returns. Corn dogs and funnel cake, anyone?Posted by Kevin at July 18, 2005 09:52 PM