As you can see, there really is sliced potatoes in a deep fryer... so, all you fun makers out there can just zip it! And while you are at it, some of you can lock that yap, and throw away the key cuz I'm sick of ya'll flapin that old yap! Oh... sorry. I got a little distracted there. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
They turned out beautifully, and of course, I am quite impressed with the texture, flavor, thinkness, and look of these beautiful babies. AB would be proud!
Along with them, I made an extremely tasty cheese dip with cheedar, jalapenos and bacon. Unfortunately the texture of the dip was a bit grainy. I haven't had a whole lotta luck with cheese dips in this respect, but it was tasty, and that was ok by me.
Then tragedy struck. Yes, yes, yes... I know, doesn't it just figure? Ya run out of potatoes, so you improvise. I decided to use fingers. Yep, while using the nice little pampers chef (tm) slicer thingy, I got a little too agressive before using the little handle thinging, and zip, the tip of my finger came off. A bloody mess followed with me frantically asking for a band-aid (tm) and Katrina scrambling to get one. Meanwhile, I soaked up several paper towels, turned to washing it down the drain, and getting a little light headed watching the red water roll around the sink, while screaming "tis but a flesh wound!" (tm). The first band-aid (tm) resulted in no results, and had to be replaced, twice before I was able to continue my mad chip-chefing. I nearly resorted to using femine products to help wick the blood away.
So, I am not sure which chip it was, but it must have tasted just like potatoes. So, now if anyone asks you what people taste like, you just tell them, "well, if you deep fry them, they taste like potatos", but don't quote me on that. Dentists taste a little more like chicken. Funny how that works.
So, fast-forward 2 days, and I still have a pretty nasty flesh wound. The inside kind reminds me of what exposed live brain looks like, and it doesn't feel too good either. Unfortunately I am experiencing a minor version of what it is like to not have the use of an opposing thumb. Not an experience that I would have choosen. I am not sure how long it will take to scab over, but I may be avoiding some tasks for a while (sorry hun, no shoulder massages for a while), including the bathroom. Lets hope that bathroom doesn't become a joke like the chips.
2 comments:
I won't let the bathroom project become the next "homemade potato chip" joke...That bathroom WILL be completed by years end no matter what!!!
The chips looked good, the poor finger awful. I like reading your blog as I learn alot that you don't tell me otherwise. Thanks.
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