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.