i've had two loves in my lifetime. i lost one to maryland, and i brought the other to cambodia.
pictured above, you'll see my first love. his name is fry sauce.
fry sauce.
FRY SAUCE.
for seventeen of the most amazing years, this golden sauce graced my fried and cheesy foods.
fry sauce was handed out with my mcdonalds chicken nuggets and fries.
fry sauce was eaten with my fried cod at skippers.
fry sauce was enjoyed with my cheese curds from dairy queen.
and fry sauce was enjoyed, perhaps most of all, with my greasy cheeseburgers and crunchy chicken strips at arctic cirle.
fry sauce was on tap, people, in my hometown. ON TAP.
when i moved three thousand miles away to washington, dc, i didn't just leave behind my family and glorious mountains.
i left behind my fry sauce.
for years, i've tried to recreate it. in my college dining room, i would mix ketchup and mayonnaise in a desperate attempt to have FRY SAUCE.*
on a road trip through the united states in oh-eight, i asked for fry sauce at every fast food restaurant we graced, in hopes of seeing just how far east this glorious, golden GLORY had reached.
i didn't get any until we hit my hometown again.
why world, WHY don't you know that which is fry sauce?!
so i'm here to say just a few things.
utah, if you can make mitt romney happen, come ON-we've got to be able to make fry sauce happen!
if you can get guacamole on your burger at fuddruckers, we've GOT to be able to get them to see the light of that which is fry sauce!
and if i can get fry sauce sent to me in CAMBODIA, we've got to be able to get it to dc by my return!
yes, fry sauce in cambodia. all thanks to one man by the name of john, who is the uncle-in-law extraordinaire.
mom and dad, you can go ahead and be jealous because i KNOW down there in north carolina, sometimes you just speak out loud to the heavens WHY HEAVENS OH WHY CAN'T WE MAKE FRY SAUCE HAPPEN HERE IN THE SOUTH?!?!
speaking of fry sauce, how do i know this is going to be REAL fry sauce?
two tell tale signs.
a. it's made in UTAH, people. utah is where arctic circle originates. it is the homeland of my golden god, the fry sauce.
b. upon close inspection, it contains tell tale signs of TRUE FRY SAUCENESS. flecks of deeper orange-red grace the sauce, letting me know that this could be the real thing.
this week, i'm off to find as many ways to make fried things that i can use as the carrier of my fry sauce to my mouth.
because that's really all those chicken nuggets, fries, and chicken strips ever were, people.
*this never worked, friends. because fry sauce is composed of those ingredient both undefined and innumerable, usually including things like ketchup and pickles and something mayo-ish, and methinks the magic of the rocky mountains.
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| thanks, john, for the fry sauce and the skype chat. oh, and the underwear! |
so, who's going to help me make fry sauce happen?
haha I was able to get green chile in Italy, but not in Georgia. I feel your pain (and excitement)!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's the worst thing about being away from home. Something that is just part of your life is suddenly never there and it makes it so hard!! My mom owns a restaurant back home and I crave the food like no other! Luckily yours is receivable via bottle form!
ReplyDeleteHaha I SO relate to this post, though fry sauce is something I've never experienced. We just got to a US naval base in the South of spain though, and there's a US GROCERY STORE!! It's shameful to admit, but they'd better watch their stock of velveeta cheese. There's just nothing else in the world that makes such a good nacho as velveeta.
ReplyDeleteUm, I've never tried that fry sauce before, but now I'm pretty sure I need to.
ReplyDeleteFry sauce for all the world!! Except me, because I'm a little skeptical. What does it taste like??
ReplyDelete@Megan: dude, it tastes like AWESOME. try it. with those duck fat fries from columbia that we used to eat.
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