I consider myself to be a pretty decent cook, but its one thing i have come to realize over the years. French fries don't give a fuck about your life! I love motherfucking French fries, but those crinkle cut, mouth watering, taste bud tantalizing potatoes tried to take me out of the game one day. It was a cool October afternoon, about 3:36 pm if i had to guess. I opened up the fridge and took out a tupperware bowl of chili i had prepared the night before. As i grabbed the bowl, i thought to myself, ahhhhhh shit i’m about to make some homemade chili fries. I grabbed the Kroger brand crinkle cuts and set them on the counter before grabbing the pan. Once i grabbed the pan i filled it with just enough grease to fry the fries and turned the stove top on medium. This is where shit got real. I had to be at work at 6 so i figured I'd take a quick shower while the grease was heating. No biggie right? Besides I've done it before, I'll be out with time to spare. I didn't realize the lid i put on the grease didn’t have an air hole 🤦🏾♂️. While i was in the shower i begin to smell smoke so i thought to myself, damn i know that grease didn’t heat up that quick but let me get out. I step out the shower, grab a towel, and walk into the kitchen. Bruh!!!!! It's got damn smoke everywhere. I run to the stove and grab the pan, but as soon as i grabbed it. Whoosh! That bitch burst into flames! I tried to take it out the door but the flames were too much and i dropped it. Shit! At this point the carpet is on fire. I use the towel i have wrapped around me to try and beat the flame out enough for me to pick the pan back up. I make to the front door and drop the pan again so i can open the door. I finally grab the pan and throw it on the sidewalk of the company apartment i have been staying in. I butt nakedly catch my thoughts by the open door for a minute. Its every bit of 43.5 degrees outside. I finally find some sweats and a tee shirt to throw on before going outside to catch my breath. The smoke detectors are still going off as smokes floats out the windows and doors I've opened up. An old white man walking by asks if i’m ok. I tell him yeah, but deep down, i really wanted those fucking French fries.
Butt Naked Firefighter
I consider myself to be a pretty decent cook, but its one thing i have come to realize over the years. French fries don't give a fuck about your life! I love motherfucking French fries, but those crinkle cut, mouth watering, taste bud tantalizing potatoes tried to take me out of the game one day. It was a cool October afternoon, about 3:36 pm if i had to guess……..