Skip to content

Wanted:Frycook

Day: April 10, 2019

Posted on April 10, 2019April 10, 2019

Quick and Easy–Crawfish Rice

Here we go. Fresh crawfish tails, your favorite boxed rice, chicken broth, green onions. Dump the first three in the rice maker, swish it all around, throw the switch. Tell Alexa,Alexa, set a crawfish rice timer for thirty minutes. Go read a book, watch tv, do laundry, do Facebook or your nails. When it’s done, sprinkle liberally with green onions. Voila! dinner.

Share this:

  • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • More
  • Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest

Recent Posts

  • Quick & Easy: Mushroom Rice Pilaf
  • Silver Moon Cafe on Chimes St.
  • Origins of the Boudin Omelet
  • What’s Next After White Star?
  • Whataburger on Siegen Lane
April 2019
M T W T F S S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930  
« Mar   May »

Archives

  • September 2020
  • July 2020
  • May 2020
  • April 2020
  • March 2020
  • February 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • November 2019
  • October 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • June 2019
  • May 2019
  • April 2019
  • March 2019
  • February 2019
  • January 2019
  • December 2018
  • November 2018

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Wanted: Frycook.

What’s it mean to be a frycook?
Jesus was probably the best—
no sweat, no stain upon his apron
(as far as we can tell) yet
he fed the masses loaves and fishes. That’s high volume.
But Jesus missed out on the macho end,
the bandannas and amphetamines,
the swollen forearms and biceps from baskets loaded down
with hushpuppies and french fries, soft-shell crabs
dropped an arm’s length above hot peanut oil
so claws and legs would curl life-like as a Myrtle Beach ceramic ashtray.
Perfect.
Jesus also looks good in porcelain.
Jesus never got to see a waitress shoot a stare across a busy kitchen:
flat out I want you or You’re cute, why don’t we maybe—
Don’t be shocked.
A frycook sees raw sex all day:
ash straining for release at the end of a dangled cigarette,
delicate veins laced through white flesh when it flakes from fish bones,
the basket heaves from hot grease as if a husband had shown up early,
and yes,
a basket flung across the kitchen or slammed on a stainless steel table
when the frycook doesn’t get his way.
Maybe Jesus poached those fish, served them cold.

Proudly powered by WordPress