One late night, a good friend stopped over for a few drinks, and being the hungry penisfaces we were (the bourbon didn’t help), I was motivated to scrounge around the house to find something to eat. I came up with:
- Frozen oven fries (don’t judge me)
- Pre-shredded parmesan cheese (food snobs, go away)
- Black truffle oil (gift)
- Drunken antics
I know most people don’t have truffle oil just lying around, but you can get decent bottles for around $20 or so, and they last for-ev-er. Also, yes, I know — there’s no such thing as legitimate truffle oil. I’ve been told that real truffles go rancid in oil fairly quickly, and nobody wants rancid anything in their food. So the stuff you see on restaurant menus is actually a synthetic flavor, reminiscent of truffle, so in the end, it’s about as real as Pamela Anderson’s boobs. You’re paying a premium for processed food.
BUT. That doesn’t mean it tastes bad. I love the shit. In conclusion: Eat it with no regrets. Just know that people are sort of fucking with you.
Anyway, back to the food. Bake the fries according to the directions, and while that’s happening, poach an egg. Once the egg is cooked, let it dry off on a paper towel so there isn’t excess water. Toss finished fries in parmesan cheese and truffle oil, put the egg on the pile of fries, and throw some chopped parsley on top. Then, continue drinking, lose pants, wake up in bed, naked, with — AAH, WHO’S THAT?