Seriously, they are nuts. Think about it. They have giant feet, long tails, pouches for carrying joeys, and razor sharp claws. They’re kind of like the smarter, furrier, new-for-2010 version of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Don’t believe me? I think that this little thing called YouTube can back me up.
Hit it!
I mean… come on… right?! Kangaroos are badass.
Okay, okay, it’s time for some hypothetical situations:
Well it sure has been a while since I ate something. Yes, that’s right, I haven’t written anything because I haven’t been eating. I thought I’d give it up in the new year… try my hand at other things like chess boxing. Needless to say, that didn’t pan out so I thought I’d get the pan out and cook some food.
And what’s better when coming off starving yourself than a giant cheeseburger.
(Don’t worry, that’s not me under there. I made two and gave one to someone else. She also hadn’t been eating.)
Ok, ok, ok, I’ll be honest. I didn’t eat that giant inflatable burger pictured above. I actually didn’t even cook anything. I got a cajun style cheeseburger from the Park Slope Ale House on 6th Ave and 5th Street out here in Brooklyn and boy oh boy was it delicious. Something about the kick of Jack cheese and the cajun spices combined with some garlic mashed potatoes and a Radaberger that makes me say, “Mmmm, mmmm, Alex will eat that.”
Image: Death by Cheeseburger, David Lachapelle, 2002.
More often than not, Danny has snacks at his desk. Chances are I’ll come upstairs under the guise that I want to say hello when actually I’m coming up to eat some snacks. On a recent visit I enjoyed one of these:
I don’t even know what the hell that is.
Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed it and promptly helped myself to seconds. What I do know about it is that it’s a coconut cookie with its bottom covered in chocolate. (Is it still a cookie if there is no dough?) It reminded me very much of one of my favorite treats: the macaroon. Maybe it was the coconut.
To me, the macaroon is a delicious dessert item that you always forget about until Passover come around. Then macaroons are everywhere. They’re the first thing you see when you walk into any grocery store–right next to the matzoh. You end up living and breathing macaroons for about two weeks and then they’re gone, not to be seen again until the next year. Maybe it’s just me but I forget about the macaroon in the off-season. It never enters my mind. This could be why they’re so great every year. It’s like I’m tasting them again for the first time.
Well, thanks to Danny and his strange macaroon-and-Hershey-bar-stuck-between-two-dictionaries-and-used-as-a-booster-seat cookie, the macaroon has come back into my life at a time when I’m usually unwrapping little gold Hanukkah gelt chocolates. (Does anyone know if they have these in dark chocolate? Alex will eat that.)
I have two big things to share with you in this post.
Big Thing #1:
I love french fries! What kind of genius thought up the amazing idea of slicing a potato, frying it, and eating it with your hands while dipping it in different types of sauces? I’ll tell you what kind! A Belgian one! (More on french fries, chips, and Belgians.)
Big Thing #2:
I love cheese! What kind of genius thought up the amazing idea of domesticating cattle, milking the cows, curdling the milk, processing the curds, forgetting about the cheese for a while to let it age, and eating it either by itself, with wine, on crackers, burgers, or bread? (There are, of course, a million times two ways to eat cheese so I’m going to stop the list here at bread.) I wish I could tell what kind but apparently people have been eating cheese since before history existed. (More on cheese, curds, and recorded history.)
So with Big Things 1 and 2 stated, one can safely assume the following:
Cheese Fries? Yeah, Alex will eat that.
Need proof? Here’s some recorded history:
These cheese fries weren’t really that great and severly upset my stomach. If you want good french fries (I believe the Belgians call them frites), go to Pommes Frites on 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. Dipping sauces galore!
