I was having a guy night with myself. The girls were gone for the evening. I had rented Kick-Ass. And all day, for some reason, I had this food thought in my head. In the morning I had taken out two small pieces of steak--little sirloins, very tender and tasty. I became hooked on the idea of piling them on top of french fries and attempting to kill both foods by smothering them under a blanket of cheese.
Can you feel your arteries clogging already?
The steak was rubbed with Adobo seasoning, which has come to be my go-to seasoning base for just about everything. When you get right down to it, it's just a seasoned salt. But it's tasty. The steaks went on the grill. Into the oven went not just french fries, but sweet potato fries which, as we should all rightly know, are a blessing from God. How there was life before sweet potato fries I may never know.
Of course, that wasn't enough. It all needed some heat. So on went the better part of a small can of diced green chiles. Now I had a tiny mountain of green, brown and orange. Then I cheesed the living bajeezus out of it and shoved it under the broiler for five minutes. This because melty cheese, as we should all rightly know, is a blessing from God.
So many blessings, so little time, right?
There, then, was my manly food creation--something akin to a big plate of spicy cheese fries, but with the meaty gift of steak hiding below. And with a cold barley-pop after a hot day at a local fair--along with the nothin'-but-testosterone fanboy geekness of Kick-Ass--I was all set to be a Guy Alone.
Okay...just one photo. One:
Bon appetit!
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