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29 July 2005
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jonmc was telling me I should eat french fries, and damn! was he good-lookin'! He was all sparkly and close to my face and extolling the virtues of fried potatoes.
That's it. Not much of a plot, but I had to share.
I went to to a restaurant yesterday that served fried cheesecake. Seems they enrobe the whole slice in graham cracker crumbs and deep fry it until it gets warm and gooey inside. I'm sure it's at least 80,000 calories a serving. I thought of you, jon.
Ah yes, matteo, I seem to remember you mentioning your naughty dreams before...
Fried cheesecake?! Good lord!
A friend of mine has what he calls the Annual Southern Party, where he cooks cuisine from the deep south of the US: fried green tomatoes, fried okra, fried chicken, mac'n'cheese, buttery peach cobbler... you get the idea. Last year, he made hamburgers like this: mix ground beef, ground Italian sausage, diced onion and garlic, and mold into patties. Sandwich between two patties a slab of Tillamook cheddar cheese. Wrap edges in bacon, secure with toothpicks. Grill. But he went one step further and battered and deep fried a couple. If I'd have known you then, jon, I would have thought of you.
mmmm, that sounds goooood (maybe skip the onions). vidiot keeps telling me about the magical substance from his southern homeland called "potliqour," but I've yet to taste any. And I introduced him to the trascendent frank experience that is this place.
and of course I am flattered by the description...
omg, there's a picture of onion ring heaven in that link!
Potliquor is the liquid leftover when you cook collard greens or mustard greens and such. In my potliquor, you'll find caramelized yellow onion, collard green juice, organic chicken stock, salt, and cayenne. It is delicious. I pour it over garlic mashed potatoes. And serve with fried chicken (my secret recipe). And a nice hoppy, cold IPA. And collard greens, of course.
iconomy, care to share that restaurant's whereabouts? it does sound yummy
Man, I'm hungry.
I'll share my Wild Salmon Burger recipe then:
combine a little salad of finely shredded lettuce, cilantro, some fresh mint, lime juice, a touch of lemongrass -- then blend the raw Wild Alaska salmon with little tiny bread crumbs, small bits of green onion and some lemon juice. Form mixture into patties and grill or broil (grill or broiler must be pipin' hot) until golden, then wrap first in the little salad all around. Take big leaves of Boston Lettuce and use as wrapper instead of a bun
matteo, about the cheesecake - it was at The Sandbox Cafe and Bath Houses, on Long Beach Island, which is in New Jersey - I was visiting a friend on the last day of my vacation. It's probably one of the most unconsciously charming restaurants I've ever been to - it's an outdoor cafe but is surrounded by a wooden fence, and three trees that are growing from the brick floor have all grown together to form a green canopy above your head, so you feel as if you're inside even though you aren't. It's a teeny place and they have a lot of kitschy/tacky beach decor (the usual fish and nets and captain's lanterns...) but overall it's very charming. Plus they have that cheesecake. I salute you in advance should you decide to try it!
Food porn, yes! My best friend and I loooove to cook, and with her, it's always an incredibly sensual act. We're always smelling and tasting and moaning.
I think I might leave early and go cook something. Maybe even fried chicken!
Actually... Really and truly we spend a lot of time together half-clothed. And she's such a hot girl, my god. Long red hair, slanty hazel eyes, and the best ass I've ever seen on a woman. Woo!
When i have metachat dreams that amount to anything beyond a random person in my dream self-identifying as a mechatter i've not met, I'll tell all y'all.
I had a mechadream, for what it's worth, for the first time just a few nights ago. It was of amberglow. He was smoking a cigarette and talking very seriously, and it looked for all the world like he was the subject of a documentary. (I ever remember what he was wearing -- a denim jacket and a red shirt -- he had nice hair!) It seemed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
(amber, darling, I generally don't confuse dream life with real, but that dream was so vivid and seemed so true, so if the world's weight is actually on your shoulders, I hope it lifts soon. Smooch, smooch and all that.)
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