The Christening of a Frybaby

      I am guilty of loving yard sales. There is something about them that draws me in like a mosquito to a bug zapper. I love finding bargains! Also! A yard sale is the best place to furnish your first apartment, without having to resort to the dreaded spool table. If you don't know what I'm talking about Google it. I give you a tip it's not the fancy thing in the sidebar. So awhile back we went scavenging though some local yard sales and found the thing that automatically makes your house a home...a frybaby. It was glorious, and a steal at five dollars. We bought it, and I took it home. I am happy to share with you below the christening of our cute little frybaby. We couldn't be prouder of it!

So there it is, all frying away, but what was it's maiden voyage (well maiden for us)?

Why it's french fries, and not just any french fries, oh no! We christened this bad boy with chilli triple cheese french fries! Let's continue...

I'll admit the chilli goes a long way to curbing my appetite, but what do you want from a can?

There is the holy cheese trinity cheddar, fiesta blend, and for a little fine quality Itallian style.

Oh yeah, and the sour cream. We mustn't forget the sour cream. My only heartbreak was I didn't have any bacon.

The first layer was the fiesta blend, and the next layer was our fancy Italian mix.

Finally we add the cheddar cheese, but we aren't done yet...

Then in an almost euphoric frenzy the chili and yet another layer of cheese was added. In the final throes of ecstasy the sour cream was added. It looked glorious, it tasted glorious. The next day however...well let's just say I have a new found appreciation for the padded toilet seat. The frybaby has gone on to fry many things, and will soon make it's first batch of beignets. It was completely worth five dollars.

Because sometimes Adults need supervision to...

Welcome to my nightmare!

I think Alice Cooper said that. Or maybe it was my Aunt Alice, I dunno. Anyways,  I will freely admit I spent at least a couple of minutes trying to come up with a witty opening line There is something rather daunting about starting a blog. The first entry you pressure yourself to write something that will make people run to you in droves. Well the fact is, I am, alas, not Ernest Hemingway, or well maybe that's a good thing, because if I was I would be dead, and if I was blogging it would mean the dead learned how to use computers. Which is either cool or really terrifying depending on your ideas.

So the good news is I don't have regular internet, so that means you will not be bothered with my two am pot rant on the deep dark meaning behind Are You Afraid of the Dark episodes. However you WILL be subject to the completely sober rants of the deep dark meaning behind Thundercats. So yeah, hang out relax, and lets have some fun. After kids aren't the only ones that sometimes need supervision!