We were bored and hungry last night so we got creative in the kitchen. The hunter-gatherer, breadwinner, soon to be sole provider for a young family went to the supermarket and bought ice cream, milk and chocolate biscuits/cookies. I got back to headquarters and Martha fired up the new blender to make a McFlurry for herself and a vanilla milkshake for me.
A sugar buzz and the excitement of watching the kitchen lady so naturally crack recipes too often and too greedily safeguarded by large corporations killed my boredom.
This domestic scene reminded me of my youth, back in the old country (excuse me while I wipe an immigrant tear from my eye), watching with awe as my mam made McDonalds like chips/fries for us kids. She cut those spuds into strips as thin as shoe laces and flash fried them into perfect strands of golden starch and oil. Such an example of selfless devotion can never be forgotten and sits high on my list of ways to be a great parent.
And in a totally unrelated vein here (LINK) is some recent shitehawkery.
Remember Gran had a tool that made the chips crinkly..
ReplyDeleteCrinkly chips and cold ham of a friday, couldn't beat it.
I don't want to be a total bollox, or cut myself out of the will but I think Gran did make the superior chip.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe it was that combination with the cold ham, subtle but pleasing.
Good times.