July 5, 2011
Today at the hospital cafeteria
A man wearing a portable heart monitor ate chicken nuggets smothered in mayonnaise and two orders of waffle fries.
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A man wearing a portable heart monitor ate chicken nuggets smothered in mayonnaise and two orders of waffle fries.
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Was he hooked up to an ironimeter?
Not at this hospital, buddy.
Were they filming an Alanis Morissette video?
Oh, of course not. That would be ironic.
Please tell me he was drinking a big gulp and had dessert, too.
No. I think he’s on a diet.
Ha. I hope he was planning a salad (doused in Ranch, of course) for dinner.
That sounds delicious and I want to eat that.
Amanda, in my refrigerator I have nearly 18 ounces of that good Japanese Kewpie mayonnaise. I was stupid to break the seal, as I will be moving in three weeks and cannot possibly eat up 18 ounces of Japanese mayonnaise. Maybe I could transfer half of it to another container and pack it in dry ice and overnight it to LA?
I am thinking Amy might want some, too.
That was so stupid of me. But I had to have it. I had to.
I’m trying to imagine chicken nuggets smothered in mayo. The nuggets were already fried. But he needed mayo on top of those. And two orders of fries.
Then I remembered the menus a guy I grew up with posts on Facebook. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, red beans and rice, slaw, corn on the cob, biscuits. I think the slaw is the vegetable.
I just smooshed up tepary beans I had cooked with only a little sauteed onion and garlic in with the cooking water and all. And a pinch of epazote and then, at the end, a little pinch of salt. Smooshed up those beans with an added drizzle of olive oil.
That chicken nugget man should be so lucky to taste something so good.
Although, ahem, I am a defender of mayonnaise. Either the mayonnaise that I make or the Japanese mayonnaise.
But not on chicken nuggets.
In fact, ix-nay on the uggets-nay.
Frites with good mayonnaise, though. Now that’s some good eatin’.
I watched him empty the little packets onto the nuggets. He first dumped the nuggets from their little Chick-fil-a box onto his styrofoam tray. Then he emptied four little mayo packets onto them. Then he dumped both containers of fries onto the tray beside the nuggets. He ate the fries unadorned.
He appeared to be about my age or a bit younger–maybe late 40s. He watched me watching him.
That’s some fried.
I wonder what it was that oozed out of those little mayo packets. Soybean oil. Corn sugar. Citric acid. Thickeners. Emulsifiers. EDTA. Flavor enhancers.
That is not how I make mayonnaise. Also, chicken nuggets? Does anyone know what-all is in the “chicken” part of those things?
Greeks gets chickens and kitchens confused. Maybe they’re made out of kitchens.
I go Greeks one better in that I get chickens and kitchens and kittens confused. I am thinking maybe those nuggets are made of kittens.
I once ate at a Chinese-American “buffet” restaurant in Wisconsin that was shut down afterward for serving cat. But only for a month. I am pretty sure I ate cat. I did not care for it.
Cat nuggets. With hot mustard.
Kitten on a shingle.
Mew shu cat.
“Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” Breaded cat slabs sizzling on a fajita platter, black beans and jalapenos on the side. “Be careful, the plate is hot.”
Tapas de gato.
Menudo de gato.