Okay, to be honest, I may be the same person who makes a mean browned butter sauce for cheese ravioli and have been known (on warranted occasions) to devour an entire container of chip dip. But still. I put my foot down. No deep fryer.
So my son, in a blatant act of Male Comradery, (and showing a sly and devious side which I never even knew existed) gave "us" a deep fryer as a Christmas gift. Mm-hmm.
Now, I will admit that I've used the deep fryer. I mean . . . it was a gift from my son! Over the years, I've worn a macaroni necklace, a sweatshirt with a kitten appliqué on the front, and a plastic ring from a bubble gum machine - all because they were gifts from my son. So of course I've used the deep fryer!
After some initial trepidation and a few experiments, tonight I've decided to go all out. Hey, it's Friday and I figured, what the heck, I'm up for some pub grub. Now, I don't know exactly what pub grub might mean in your neck of the woods, but around here, it means chicken wings, sweet potato fries, onion rings, and (just to ease my guilt) crudités and dip. And beer. Of course.
So. . . if I don't give myself a coronary, I'll be back here on Monday.
Happy weekend, everyone!
P.S. What's your favourite pub grub?