Making fries in various vegetable varieties is kind of my jam. I’m starting to think it’s my life calling to make fries out of just about anything…except potatoes. I have no interest in making French fries…I can just buy those from In-n-Out.
Then…Avocado Fries. I mean…I’ve made them twice since Caroline originally posted them. Amazeballs.
Next there were Spicy Carrot Fries. And then…if I cut these pickles differently, they totally would’ve been pickle fries instead of pickle chips. But seriously, who cares. They were dipped in batter and fried. And then I ate like a hundred with a beer. End of story.
And now I give you these Zucchini Fries. With not one, but two dipping sauces!! Dipping sauces are important. Are you the type that has bbq sauces and hot sauces from fast food restaurants in your glove compartment?!
Yeah, me neither.
I roasted some garlic and made into an aioli. This was a good idea.
And Sriracha Mayonnaise. Ummmm…hello!!! It was delicious. You should do this.
Hiiiiiii, you cute people, you! You’re looking mighty fine on this sunny Monday morning. Have I told you that lately? Well you dooo….I have some biscuits for you.
Before we continue with talk about zucchini and cheese and butter, can I get emotional on you for a second?
Warning: This might get awkward.
Apologies in advance, but I have to comment on Jennifer Perillo. As many of you know, Jennie, last week, lost her husband. People reached out and asked how they could help. And all she asked from people was to make a peanut butter pie and share it with their loved ones.
And then…something magical happened: everyone did. All of you did. And it was incredible. I’ve never been so proud to be a part of a group of people as much as I was last week. So I wanted to thank you. And tell you you’re all so incredibly beautiful. It can all be ripped from us so quickly, can’t it? So fragile. So delicate. That’s the one commonality we all understood…crystal clear. You all make me believe in the power of good all over again. Truly.
Alright, my tears are wiped…can we talk about butter now? Butter makes people feel better.
I keep notebooks. Do you keep notebooks? Where else am I supposed to keep random thoughts? I can’t post EVERYTHING that’s going on in my brain on Twitter. That’d be just wrong. And scary.
So I keep notebooks. Despite the weirdness (and embarrassment) of what goes on in my brain, I’m not too worried about someone finding them–since they’re nearly impossible to read. My typically neat and girly handwriting transforms into incomprehensible scribble, pages are re-used over and over, and the entire thing reads like one strange grocery list.
It’s true, I like lists. Sunday morning I got up abnormally early (read: 7am)–which basically means I’m turning into my father–and I decided to just write stuff down. Stuff I like. Stuff I don’t like. Sort of simple, no? Yeah, nothing too deep; I’m not that complicated.
Current brain/feelings likes and dislikes are flowing like this:
1. Like: Making a list. Crossing it off. Completion is so satisfying. Succeeding at simple things just never gets old. 2. Dislike: Having that nagging thing on the list, not doing it and putting it on the next day’s list. Like, DMV stuff or basically anything that requires a call to someone that will involve being put on hold. When are we gonna be able to email the government, anybody?