Chapter 3 – Holy French Fry, Batman
I haven’t made fun of Jay for a while, so I guess it’s time.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog (you three know who you are), you know that Jay loves food. Loves it. He loves it so much that at holiday and dinner parties he goes around taking pictures of the food. For example, here’s one from Thanksgiving:
Sometimes I think Jay uses his “food picture-taking hobby” as an excuse to snag some of the food before everyone else.
Those are a few app platters from New Years. If you look closely, you’ll see that one of the chicken teriyaki skewers on the left is gone and one of the gyoza on the plate in the back is suspiciously missing.
Once we picked up fast food and Jay found this French fry on his plate:
Yes, it was shaped like a “J” and he couldn’t believe it. A “J” for Jay. He thought it was a miracle. So he took a picture of it. And another:
I’m not sure why he set it on the table; maybe just for a different perspective. The table was glass, and all I see is the metal table leg underneath. For Jay, seeing that “J” French fry was like seeing the likeness of the Virgin Mary on a grilled cheese sandwich.
He finally ate the “J” fry after admiring it for a while. Well, naturally.