the chickens were hilarious. when we arrived the four of them were roaming around the front yard--apparently they’re not fat enough yet, so they can fly over the fence and explore the world whenever they please.
when we got back to boise it was time for more experimenting with the deep fryer. a few nights before i made some falafel dough and brought it over to reed’s friends’ house...frying it was kind of a disaster at first. i have almost no experience with frying food, and we tried to do it in a pan without measuring the oil temperature, cooking on an electric range (i’m used to gas), and using this plastic utensil that promptly bubbled up and melted in the oil:
after that failure we pulled out the deep fryer, which no one had used before, and an obsession was born. that first night we cooked falafel and sweet potato fries, all the while brainstorming the multitudes of wonderful food that could be made even more wonderful by crisping and saturating it in a bucket of hot oil. i think my best idea was cookie dough. i made reed promise me we’ll never own a deep fryer.