I promised Alyssa to document my experimentations with a deep fryer and some cheese. Half of them was really good. The second half was rather a mixed lot though and I lost three pieces of cheese due to this thing called melting as the crust withered away while in the fryer. But the first one made? Excellent. Now there is cheese all in my mouth.
It’s 4:38 AM and I’m getting hungry for beer soup. Internet, bring me beer soup!
I got a deep fryer now. A small little thing and soon — soon! — I’ll have the first batch of French fries in my hand! No, make that plate. Straight from the fryer is probably bad to pour in the hands.
The model of the deep fryer is called Melissa. After Melissa Lauren I presume, as French fries must be one of the best forms of food porn ever devised. Next to cheese. Oh, I can fry some brie!
The stomach is full of food and meat and buns and whatnots. I’m balancing on the edge, one side too full to do anything else but roll over in a coma and the other is being a bit of a sloth but functional. Damn those chilli-burgers.
Other than that, this is a Friday just like everyone else. I sit and draw and do very little. Had my monthly coffee with people yesterday. Small steps towards being more social.
What’s your favourite dish?
I need ideas for things to eat. Anything goes as long as it’s food and not something with foam on.
(I like replies. I can’t accidentally delete then when scrolling with my right thumb) Google: “Pioneer Woman” and “French Breakfast Puffs”. Let’s fill an empty pool with ‘em, dive in, and die happy from a diabetic coma.
While I do like your concept, I went with he slightly more healthy pasta. lettuce, sugar snaps, meat and butter wooked mushrooms. (I like food.) But inspired by the diabetic coma, I have a fist-full of chocolate chip cookies next to the plate.
Buongiorno posted a picture and the caption “Pancake club.” Iike this idea, I’m going to steal it. A pancake club. With people. Being a Swede, we don’t have that food culture with gatherings just because, we need big holidays such as Christmas. I’m jealous, and I might see this sort of social food cooking and eating with horrendously naive eyes but damnit, I don’t care. Pancake club!
Of course we imported the Halloween. There is the spectacle and where people dress up, it’s easy to sell. Me, I’ve never liked dressing up. No matter what I wear, I’m always painfully aware that I am still me. And then what’s the point? The disguises don’t bring anything, it probably takes it away because the insecurities in me goes up a level. I’m about as excited for that as for the German metal band Helloween — in case you’re new here: this means “not at all.”
I do like food though, and friends. So I wished they could have imported Thanksgiving somehow instead. (And not as a Wasa bread celebration day for fuck sake.) We have far too few food-based holidays in Sweden. In a perfect world, it would be one in each quarter of the year. I think I need to invent this.
This is the food plan.
- Bucatini pasta no 9.
- Minced meat simmering for a stretch of time in:
quite a bit garlic
- Freshly bought bread
I might be able to eat in an hour. Might — it has already been on the stove for a bit but I’m really not tempting fate.