Who's Your Frydaddy?

Because I've been called out, I will tell you all about the time I was woken up to a wonderful text message. Being that it was my day off, the time was 8pm. As per the message, it was time to deep fry something. I had recently acquired an electric deep fryer via the internets and my housemates decided to christen it. Here are their stories.Above, Blake batters some chicken. These babies were amazing. Below is the chicken strips sitting on a rack draining. They were first floured, then egged, then floured, then egged, then floured. Wonderful crispiness.Those bitches look gooooood, right? Well they were. I also wasn't satisfied with just christening on chicken so I pulled some other stuff out of the kitchen to fry. It didn't all make it in. Below are the oreos and pickles prefry.The oreos didn't make it, what did hit the cut were the pickles and some fries. Below are the fried pickles, french fries, and the final table layout before dinner.As you can see we baked up some biscuits and threw down some excellent beers. By the end nobody was sure whom would have the first coronary. Excellent bathroom time was had. The fryer is still holding the extra oil for later use when we can finally throw down on those oreos. All are invited.

Fish N' Chips

Kyle and I were hungry the other night but didn't know what to make. We did know that we needed to go grocery shopping. We ran out to the store and realized we wanted fish. To our delight there was some delicious cod on sale and we knew we had a shitload of potatoes back home about to go bad. We took that cod home and got it ready. Above is some potatoes and a tool. Yes. Tools. We have evolved. This one is for fries. Below you can see what we did to those potatoes with that tool. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. That's a lot of fuckin' potatoes.
As you can see below its a good thing we had so many. Those bastards turned out golden awesome. Just look at those chips. Golden fuckin' goodness. Makes you jealous, don't it? Sea salt on those bitches too.
Here's the fish all prepped. We let it slip into something a bit more comfortable. Flour, then egg, then flour, then egg, then bread crumbs. The egg, as per house rule, was mixed with paprika.
And here they are golden delicious. Much like the chips, a source of envy. Perfectly juicy and flaky on the inside.
We finished cooking with just enough time for me to pack a lunchbox for work. I squeezed out some tartar sauce and ketchup in there cuz I wasn't sure what we had at work. Wonderful. Excellent lunchbox dinner. You should be so lucky.