Julienne Fries Day fell on Friday, or should I say Fry-day. I bet that won’t happen again for a very long time—if you figure out how long, I would love to know. But don’t forget to factor leap year into your calculations.
Which fast food place do you think makes the best fries? I asked this question on Facebook and polled a few friends. McDonalds and Five Guys were the most popular choices. The poll is by no means frynalized, so feel free to share your opinion.
Cole was not here to deep fry fries so I just went with an old half-eaten bag of Ore-Ida fries cluttering the back of my freezer.
Nothing is more pleasing to me than an almost-empty refrigerator. When I open the fridge and its shelves are filled with food clamoring for my attention, I quickly become overwhelmed. I feel like everything is screaming “fix me,” spoiling due to neglect or drying out from lack of attention.
Ideally my fridge would have juice, milk, little bottles of Coke, eggs, one package of shredded cheddar cheese, some onions, a bunch of some kind of vegetable or other, one package of bread, one package of corn tortillas, and maybe a half a melon if I am feeling wild and crazy.
The freezer should have one kind of ice cream that Cole likes, vanilla ice cream for floats, some packaged sliced chicken, and a candy bar. In the summer, I would add one box of cherry popsicles.
Now we have room to neatly stack our leftovers, usually from eating out or clients who drop off their pups and the contents of their fridge and/or gardens when they travel.
I love leftovers—mine, yours, the neighbor’s, it does not matter.
Before our old neighbors moved to St. Louis, we ate well four nights out of seven on their leftovers. Carolyn would make way too much food for dinner each night and have plenty left for another meal. But her husband refused to eat leftovers. Every night, Carolyn would call over the fence to Joe, “Hey Joe do you want this food. I’m just going to throw it out.” And Joe would say, “How old is it?” and Carolyn would say, “I just made it Joe. My family does not eat leftovers.” Joe would then reply, “Sure,” and she would hand Joe the food over the fence. It worked so well I wondered whether we should offer to contribute to their grocery bill.
I do not understand people who do not eat leftovers.
In any case, I was delighted to use up my bag of Ore-Ida fries and clear more space in my freezer. They tasted fine, especially after I dipped them in ranch dressing and paired them with a little Coke.
Which French fries are your favorite? Do you like leftovers? Odd loves company! So do share….