I love a good fry. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, hot, and salted just enough to not be overbearing.
A bad fry? Still edible. Soggy, mushy, unsalted or salted too much, chewy, cardboardy, droopy. Whatever.
While I can adore a good fry without any sauce at all, I think they truly shine as just a dipping sauce vehicle. I don’t just mean ketchup either. Mustard, french dressing, salsa, cottage cheese, cheese, barbecue sauce. Whatever.
So it’s no surprise that when we stopped by Arby’s, I didn’t turn down a single sauce offered.
Actually, I started off by ordering their new buffalo chicken sandwich, hoping the sauce there would offer something new, but I can say that it was underwhelming enough that I just added Arby’s sauce to give it flavor. Oops.
The fries were the real stars of the meal, though. Delicious rings of deep-fried potatoes in all sorts of sizes and shapes, perfect for smothering in creamy sauces.
Arby’s and horsey sauce were of course featured, along with trying their honey mustard and a triple pepper sauce that had a funky taste that we couldn’t quite place. Weird.
The absolute best way to use fries is to scoop up the sopping mess from over-saucing an Arby’s roast beef sandwich with a combo of Arby’s bbq sauce and horseradish sauce. I don’t care how unhealthy it may be or how disgusting it might sound or look even, as an occasional treat, it rocks my socks.
Who knew fries were such multi-taskers, huh?
Some people need their food to be separated neatly on plates with no edges or sauces touching.
Me? I have no issues mixing foods. In fact, I often go out of my way to eat multiple foods together at once, even if it’s not the traditional way to eat them.
Khorre teases me on a regular basis about my once nightly habit of eating spaghetti and boiled* eggs. I couldn’t get enough of them and it took weeks to kick the craving.
Others aren’t really strange to me at all, but because I’ve walked through the kitchen with a bowl more than once and gotten a “Really Jessi? Seriously??” I figure maybe they’re not as normal as I suspected. So this last month, I started taking pictures of some of my snack fests, just in case.
Spaghetti, french fries, ketchup, and yes, brown mustard there, too. I wish I could say I tried to keep them separated, but most bites had some of each.
Chips dipped straight into the avocado. What? Sometimes I don’t want to bother with the knife and spoon process.
Orzo rice with french onion dip gravy, along side lettuce and salsa for a pseudo-salad.
Lamb. We’ll leave it at that. Shhh.
This one’s normal, right? Quick sandwich of bologna I got for free, sliced tomatoes, avocado, and Italian dressing.
Leftover corn on the cob….no butter, no salt, eaten over my laptop. Not exactly the cleanest snack, but could be worse.
Cream cheese and pepperoni sandwiches
Who am I kidding? I don’t take the time to make several mini-sandwiches. It’s usually eaten more like this:
Dipping pepperoni in a spoonful of cream cheese is much more convenient. Hey, I never claimed they were healthy snacks…
*If it’s hard-boiled, I add butter. If it’s soft-boiled, I let the yolk make the creaminess and just add salt and pepper as usual.