Monday, March 20, 2006

Potatoes with Cayenne

All of last week I was hungry. Last Wednesday, nemzeti ünnep, I ate a large dinner of pork at Rosanna's before going home and scrambling two eggs. I consumed these along with four slices of toast. Since I was still hungry, I had two slices of toast with goose fat, and then another two slices of toast with goose fat and sausage. Then I went to sleep. The next day I had a small breakfast. I keep telling people this story even though it's not very interesting. It's just a fond memory of mine.

Still, there was an emptiness inside of me. Many people have filled their lives with religion, and I would do the same. Giovanna's apartment (formerly Laura's apartment) hosted a religious gathering last Friday. Ground beef became Jesus's flesh, ketchup his blood. We also had some potatoes:

  • potatoes, cut up in big, even chunks for boiling
  • olive oil
  • salt, pepper, cayenne

Boil the potatoes until they're almost done. When you remove them, they should be edible but seem slightly underdone. Cut them into homefry-size pieces. All of this can be done in advance.

Fry the potatoes in olive oil with lots of salt, pepper, and cayenne. Serve them with lots of ketchup.

Gordon (i.e., my father): I made these potatoes in imitation of potatoes you've made. How does this differ from what you would do? It worked pretty well.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is strange to think of someone else living in "my apartment." Sort of painful... hard to explain. Hope you are well.

Anonymous said...

We left things in the chest thing for the new BSMers. Did they find them?

Anonymous said...

Somehow it is less painful if they found my note.

Rosanna said...

Cheers to you, Captain Sacrilege.

sam said...

Whoa! that is super-scary... is anyone living in my apartment?