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They had eggs with ketchup together. So, I guess you would believe it. But maybe something shocking and titillating happened after that. Who can say? This message brought to you by all those click-bait sites, who wish to remind you that all the good stuff happens on another page.
[Cross-posted from s.z.'s Facebook page]
5 comments:
I presume the rest is R-rated, at least.
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I wish to speak up in favor of this classic, sustaining dish. My mom, a hardworking public school teacher, passed it on to me as one of those good family suppers on nights when you have to stay late for parent conferences, or staff meetings, or overtime at the refinery, or whatever...
You gotta do it right, though. If you don't have homemade hash available, make sure you taste-test and then choose a quality brand of the canned type, with a good balance of corned beef and diced potato. Spread the hash out evenly in a good-sized, heavy frying pan so that the layer is about 3/4 inch thick, then heat at a lowish-medium level. Correctly done, this will develop a tasty, crusted bottom to the hash without burning, as the natural fats and juices slowly sizzle. When heated and fragrant, use a serving spoon to make a shallow depression in the hash layer, and gently break an egg into said depression; it will fry sunny-side-up to a very nice consistency, neither runny nor too hard, assuming you keep an eye on it and remove it from the burner at the right time. Serve with a modest soupcon of ketchup -- doesn't at all have to be Heinz, as a matter of fact the best ketchup I've ever had was an obscure organic brand -- some green salad on the side, and on cold winter evenings, cornbread or corn muffins. A very nice combo of textures and flavors that will give you the energy, if need be, to go out and snow-blow the driveway one more time, in the driving flakes, before going to bed and doing who-knows-what with your nicely-coiffed spouse.
Scott, you mean to say you've never had a fried-egg-and-crisp-bacon sandwich on toast seasoned with a dash of ketchup (or catsup as we used to pronounce and spell it in the upper Midwest)? One of life's sturdier pleasures, kiddo.
Welcome to Lake Wobegon, Scott and SZ.
You don't have eggs and hash for dinner! You have it for--
Oh.
Hash is for any time.
[Hides spotting knives]
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