The Fries Have It

Today, an unnamed friend of mine expressed some concern about my blog.  Mainly that it wasn't reaching out to a "wide" audience and suggested I offer some room here for someone who wants to blog about the food I don't happen to cover.  The exact words were something like:  "I was reading your blog...well, I wouldn't say I read it but I looked at it and it needs to appeal to a wider audience..."

I'll be totally honest and say that I felt genuinely bad because not only can unnamed friend not read, but unnamed friend cannot read my recipes!  Said friend probably gets quite confused as well, since some of the pictures are of cats and vomit and that probably just doesn't add up.  Upon noting that my next blog was going to be a food that even said friend would enjoy, it was suggested that I would probably "do something weird" with it.

So, this one is for you my very picky illiterate friend:

P.B.'S WAFFLE FRIES


What you will need: 


1 bag Ore-ida waffle fries

Ok, let's do this.

First, preheat your oven to 450 degrees.  This is a must.

To really get this stuff tasty, you want to throw them on a cookie sheet or a baking pan and keep them nice and spread out.  You don't want too much fry intermingling for fear of creating some sort of fry mutant who will ultimately rebel against the chef, move out of the house at a young age, create many little fry babies and later hit the chef up for cash and ketchup; all fries shall and will be created equally.

Here's the kicker if you want some really good fries:  Cook them according to the "chart" on the back of the bag or until they are nice and crispy.

BEWARE:  I once watched said friend eat some of these with a meal and upon further inspection I decided that they looked pretty tasty.  I noticed that said friend only had three very large fries left so I grabbed one and split it in half, trying to offer the courtesy of not eating the whole fry.  This friend became very upset because "those fries were the biggest and getting saved until the end and I ruined it with my greedy hands," or something along those lines.  While you may not believe it, the angst was real and the ire was great.  I believe the scars have yet to be healed.  


When done, they will look something like this:

Hopefully not as greasy, though.

Now, you might be thinking "What on earth could I possibly eat waffle fries with?"  Well, my friend would suggest a delicious grilled cheese sandwich with some real Wisco cheese.

Since I want to expand this blog to all eaters of the world, I offered said friend a spot on my blog and surely expect the contribution to be some cheesy goodness between two slices of bread.

We'll all be waiting patiently.