It’s so Easy to Cook Some Fries
Ore Ida, famous for “Tater Tots” and various other potato-related products, manufactures something called “Easy Fries.” These are French fries (or “Freedom fries” as some of the more jingoistic amongst us would have had them called a couple of years ago) that are kept in the freezer until ready for preparation, at which point they are microwaved “to crispy perfection in just 4 minutes.” That’s right. Bachelor food.
Now, the operable point, here, is easy preparation. This is the selling point of a product like this. The box might as well read, “Get food without cooking.” This is the whole concept, as it were. Okay, sure, you put your “Easy Fries” in the microwave and a couple of minutes later, yes, you do have a reasonable facsimile of a French fry. But, of course, you could always get a better facsimile of a French fry by firing up your fryer and cooking some goddamned French fries. You aren’t buying “Easy Fries” for the fries, though. You’re buying them for the “Easy.” Because you’re lazy bastard.
Now, generally speaking, the instructions on the back of the Easy Fry box are straightforward enough and not particularly difficult to follow. However, I do have one point I feel should be reiterated to the Ore Ida people: I’m eating microwavable French fries. This clearly indicates that I am a lazy slob. As a lazy slob, I therefore resent the fact that I’m asked to line up my French fries like an anal retentive bastard:
What obsessive-compulsive asshole came up with that step? Is Martha Stewart writing instructions for microwavable foods, now?





OMG. Those fascist bastards!
That’s the last time I buy microwavable french fries.
Fascists!
Not as lazy as those new hot dogs that come already in a bun…. for those of us who find bunning a dog more trouble than its worth.
Oh, shit, the silver “crisping” foil must touch fries?!?
Bathroom Hippo: Today, they’re telling us how to cook our frozen fries. Tomorrow, it could be our frozen peas. It’s a slippery slope we’re on, my friend.
SafeT: I don’t think I’m quite lazy enough to require a pre-bunned weiner. Almost. Not quite.
Apparently, foil-fry contact is imperative to the successful completion of your meal. Unfortunately neither the foil nor the fries are uniform enough in shape to allow for the touching of every fry by the foil. I tried for, like, thirty minutes. Couldn’t do it. Then, I wasn’t sure if I’d done it, so I removed the foil to check, thereby making it a moot point.
Oh my gosh! I never eat crap like that. We have to run our food down & kill it first. That’s what you call fast food,around here.
Arth, I was scrolling down o get to your comments and for a moment the creen stretched out the condemned fries til they were loooooooooong. What with yards of ale, 12″ subs and foot-long hot-dogs it could only have been a matter of time before the demi-meter french-fry. I see that now.
But I have forgotten what it is I came to say. Bums! No, no! Not you and SafeT. Come back guys! I meant merely to ejaculate “Bottoms” or “Butts” I guess but I didn’t really have conditional or exclusionary conjunctions in mind. More arses. Floating ones. You’re not going to ban me now are you? Please, see they won’t let me go to other sites nomoreneever.
l>t: After you run it down and kill it, are you then required to arrange it in neat little rows touching a “crisping foil” when you cook it? And will it even fit in my microwave?
Sam: I can’t speak to SafeT’s feelings on the matter, but my vote goes to … eh … not banning you from the site. On the contrary, you just used the word “ejaculate” in the same sentence as the word “butts.” You’re okay in my book.
I can ban people?!?
Well, you can give them a stern talking to, at least.
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