The inception of FryDay
FryDay began on Thanksgiving 2005. We had fried the turkey that day for the first time, and it was just about the most delicious turkey I'd ever had in my life. That night, Rob, Drew, and I were talking, which tends to get the three of us in trouble, and thought that it was a shame to waste all that peanut oil, especially considering how expensive it is. Rob and I decided to make a run to WalMart to pick up more things we could fry. We picked up pickles, hot dogs, Snickers bars, Oreo cookies, and a few different types of batter.
The next day we called Captain Dave to see if he wanted to come up from Hammond. Dave kinda hemmed and hawed, giggling a little bit and saying "yeahhhhh," which he tends to do when he's not sure if he wants to do something. Rob summoned up his most persuasive "c'moooooonnnnn" and Dave relented and asked for directions.
It was a good, good day. We fried the hell out some stuff. I had never seen true, pure joy in a face before Rob tasted the first battered and fried Snickers bar, but I'm sure his glee was only reflected in my face as I tried my own battered and fried Snickers bar for the first time. That was definitely the success of the day.
A few of the fruits of our labor:
We tried a few new things last year, most notably shrimp (delicious), Haydel's Pie, which was a knockoff from Hubig's pies (pretty doggone good), pickles (forgettable), cream cheese wontons (AMAZING), and ice cream (what?). Of course, the Snickers bar made a return, but I'm glad we made a few more savory things last year because I was doggone near ready to barf from all the sweet stuff from the first annual FryDay.
Let's play spot the vegetable:
(hint: there are no vegetables)
Rob exercises the precautions necessary when one drops ice cream into a pot full of extremely hot oil:
FryDay 2007 is shaping up to be the best FryDay ever. While I definitely have fun with my boys, I think we all felt selfish about keeping FryDay to ourselves, and I've invited several more people this year. The guest list has hit around 12. The legend of FryDay has spread far and wide and there are many, many people bumming out that they can't come this year. Don't worry, y'all, we'll do it again.
We'll hopefully be playing beerball on FryDay this year, weather permitting... but beerball is another post all together. Long story short - touch football, but you must be holding an open container of a beverage in one hand. Said beverage is traditionally beer, but Dave has traditionally allowed me to have water, so he might make a boxed wine exception for our classier attendees.
Also on the docket this year: DANGER. It was bad enough when it was just 4 of us, including my
Will you be in central Mississippi the day after Thanksgiving? Do you shun Black Friday? Is your heart mostly good? Do you have a complete disregard for all things organic, all-natural, and healthy? Comment here. FryDay does not discriminate based on age, sex, class, race, or religion. FryDay does discriminate based on leafy greens and vitamins. We just ain't havin' that.