Well, readers, it's shaping up to be a pretty crappy day and it's barely past noon over here. My phone, which I've had for the last three years, stopped working today. It registers as on, but the screen is blank and I can't read texts or receive calls. So it's basically a light-up brick. I feel overworked, I'm stressed looking for a summer job, I'm the goddamn Batman, and I have an enormous baking project to undertake tonight. So I'm pretty peeved right now.
Luckily, I remembered I had these fries in the freezer to review today, which brightened up my day significantly. These fries are getting more dreamy eyes and shooped tumblr posts than Titantic, One Direction, and puppies with broken legs combined. It fuses together 17 year old girls' love for their childhood, which they perceived as idyllic and uncomplicated in retrospect, and their projected appreciation of the simple things in life. No joke, I once saw a Facebook status circulate around a specifically dumb group of pre-deletion friends that read something like, "~♥♥♥ i would rather have a boy make me dino nuggets n smiley frys then take me out for a fancy steak dinner ♥♥♥~ REPOST IF U LOVED UR CHILDHOOD!!! Or something like that. And yes, the "then" was spelled like that and nobody noticed that the re-poster made herself out to be an enormous hambeast.
My point is, people, specifically people my age, love reliving their elementary school glory days for no other reason than to relate to people who, like them, were also children at the same time they were. It's a little pathetic. Likewise, Disney sing-a-longs, Lion King marathons, and Harry Potter fanart also falls into this category of the 90's Nostalgia Generation. Regardless, everyone can still agree that it's immensely satisfying to bite an anonymous face apart piece by piece.
I've seen grown college students, legally defined as adults by the state of Massachusetts, push each other and grab at these like toddlers lacking fine motor skills. Why? Because they're absolutely delicious. They're the best of french fries and tater tots, with the increased crispy surface area of the former and the thick, pasty sustenance of the latter. Salt for all. Even better when you dip them into ketchup because then you can justify eating them due to their extended cranial injuries. Even better than feeling like God when you're able to injure them at whim and then consume them before anyone notices are the deformed ones.
You're special in your own way. And possibly incapable of frowning. Smiley fries, you are the best. Your starchy, whipped texture makes cannibalism almost seem pure.
Labels: 8, frozen, nostalgia week, side, snack