We don't have a waffle maker ...
But unlike Rex Grossman in the fourth quarter, I found a way to make things happen.
It was all part of the Turkish Super Pazartesi (Monday) Celebration that took place at my apartment Monday morning.
Though the game was on at 1:30 a.m. I told my room mate Maweja, who is from Chicago, that I would make Chicken and Waffles for the game, a delicacy he never tried before.
We divided up the shopping, I took care of making the fried chicken and gravy and I had him go out to get some waffles.
There are two places we know of in Izmit to get waffles, so we figured this shouldn't be hard.
But as I was chopping mushrooms for the gravy, the phone rang.
It was Maweja. One of the places didn't have waffles on Sunday. The other wouldn't do take out orders.
What the FUCK! Come on Turkey. I've asked you for almost nothing westernized since I got here, but I needed some waffles.
I quickly collected my thoughts and told him, "Don't worry about it. I've got flour and eggs here, I'll make the waffles."
"We don't have a waffle maker," Maweja replied.
While it was true, I was not going to let the spirit of the waffles be compromised. This was about more than that. It was bad enough I made pork free pigs in a blanket for pre-game appetizers, I was not about to have my Chicken and Waffles foiled. Especially to a Chicken and Waffles virgin.
I told him I would think of something, which was just a line to buy me some time. But it worked. I thought of something.
Pancake Waffles.
The delicious taste of waffles, served in the shape and texture of a pancake.
So now we were having Chicken and Waffle Pancakes, which doesn't sound the same, but to hell with it. We were watching the Superbowl.
This may not look delcious, but the Mushroom Gravy was awesome.
So how did they turn out?
But don't ask me, ask Maweja, who said, "I was pleasantly surprised by truly how wonderful it was. (It was) Some of the best gravy I ever had."
I did not make this quote up. If I did, there would have been some comment about midgets, sheep or bums fighting each other. (My favorite topics).
The Internet was the greatest invention ever for me Sunday, because it was not only where I got my recipes for Fried Chicken, Waffles and Gravy, but it was also how Maweja and I watched the game.
This little baby has brought me closer to America, especially for important games like the Super Bowl.
It was all part of the Turkish Super Pazartesi (Monday) Celebration that took place at my apartment Monday morning.
Though the game was on at 1:30 a.m. I told my room mate Maweja, who is from Chicago, that I would make Chicken and Waffles for the game, a delicacy he never tried before.
We divided up the shopping, I took care of making the fried chicken and gravy and I had him go out to get some waffles.
There are two places we know of in Izmit to get waffles, so we figured this shouldn't be hard.
But as I was chopping mushrooms for the gravy, the phone rang.
It was Maweja. One of the places didn't have waffles on Sunday. The other wouldn't do take out orders.
What the FUCK! Come on Turkey. I've asked you for almost nothing westernized since I got here, but I needed some waffles.
I quickly collected my thoughts and told him, "Don't worry about it. I've got flour and eggs here, I'll make the waffles."
"We don't have a waffle maker," Maweja replied.
While it was true, I was not going to let the spirit of the waffles be compromised. This was about more than that. It was bad enough I made pork free pigs in a blanket for pre-game appetizers, I was not about to have my Chicken and Waffles foiled. Especially to a Chicken and Waffles virgin.
I told him I would think of something, which was just a line to buy me some time. But it worked. I thought of something.
Pancake Waffles.
The delicious taste of waffles, served in the shape and texture of a pancake.
So now we were having Chicken and Waffle Pancakes, which doesn't sound the same, but to hell with it. We were watching the Superbowl.
This may not look delcious, but the Mushroom Gravy was awesome.So how did they turn out?
But don't ask me, ask Maweja, who said, "I was pleasantly surprised by truly how wonderful it was. (It was) Some of the best gravy I ever had."
I did not make this quote up. If I did, there would have been some comment about midgets, sheep or bums fighting each other. (My favorite topics).
The Internet was the greatest invention ever for me Sunday, because it was not only where I got my recipes for Fried Chicken, Waffles and Gravy, but it was also how Maweja and I watched the game.
This little baby has brought me closer to America, especially for important games like the Super Bowl.
posted by James at 5:58 PM
5 Comments:
The gravy looks like something I coughed up over the weekend, but I'll take your word for it. And I find whe n I'm making up quotes they have to be about bigfoot. At least they did when I worked in Selma.
Rits
I found that when I was making up quotes they had to be about bigfoot, at least they did when I worked in Selma.
Rits
I found that when I was making up quotes they had to be about bigfoot, at least they did when I worked in Selma.
Rits
I keep wanting to forward the link to your blog to somebody, but I can't think of anyone I know who would understand the humor.
I mean, a post about your dilemma on how to make waffles while living in Turkey? That's right up there with a ficticious holiday from the warped mind of Frank Costanza.
Keep it up Loughrie.
Sefton
I meant to mention this earlier, but my brother is going to school at IU in Bloomington, where Rex Grossman grew up. It seems everyone hates him there. Guess playing against the home team doesn't help.
Oh, and is that gravy on the waffles? If so, it doesn't look at all appetizing. How do you make it?
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