The Not Happy Thread

Whoops, yeah, it seems that is both spelled wrong, and not an American thing either. Wikipedia has an entry, and they're actually quite tasty, I just don't want the smell of the deep fryer being the default to my life.

Deep fried breaded mashed potatoes:

 

Here in the US, if you can put it in a deep fryer, somebody has done so.
I think the most sickening thing is fairs that have deep fried sticks of butter.

 

My favourite is the deep fried Mars bar. Thank god I (somehow) don't have diabetes, though I'm sure if I keep eating things like that, I will soon enough.

 

I thought that one came from Scotland originally.

Deep fried pizza is okay, get a supermarket frozen pizza, chuck it in the toaster oven just long enough to melt the cheese a bit, then slice it, dip the slices in beer batter, and deep fry. Serve with ranch dressing.

 

This thread is making me want to make Chicken Kiev...the real, deep-fried kind, not the baked one. This makes me "Not Happy" (as in the thread title) because a proper Chicken Kiev is a more laborious dish than I want to bother with this week. (I hate pounding chicken flat.) But wow, is it ever tasty!

 

I got to love those from the frozen, toaster-oven cooked versions, and even they're pretty damn good. I've only ever had a proper one once or twice, but I'm pretty sure it's outside of my cooking skill-set to do.

 

Lol, I add garlic butter to nuggets or beaded fillets when my bf craves Kievs, the gluten free ones have real buyer and he seems to respond badly to dairy

 

I'm seriously starting to crave Chicken Parm now and I don't have any chicken or real parm. -_-

 

This is turning into the Food Thread! At another forum I belong to, someone mentioned having Bakewell tarts for breakfast on a general chatter thread, and that kicked off a whole discussion about food that took us through that thread and across about two more, as well! (There, threads are locked after twenty-five pages.)

 

Should at least be in the happy thread, no?

 

Yep - and the snow!

 

Had a nightmare that I was my former boss, and I was emotionally and psychologically torturing a new employee who so happened to be black.

Gods, if I ever do that, it’ll be my cue to kill myself. I would rather the world not suffer one more bigoted monster.

 

Oh, internet self-diagnosis. Been there, my friend. You type in your symptoms and discover it could be everything from a trapped nerve to terminal cancer.

 

And then it turns out to be nothing and your depressive hopes are dashed yet again...

 

Parked under the wrong tree, now my car is covered in bird crap.

So much bird crap, in fact, that now it's also covered in flies. It's like a Biblical plague out there.

TW: gross (guess I should've put that first)

 

This is just nature's way of telling you your car needed washing. Sometimes nature makes her point rather forcefully.

 

Is there an actual magical tree you can park under without your car getting covered in bird crap? Because if there is, that should probably go in the happy thread.

 

One or two spots is to be expected, but this was just...

...I'm trying to think of a non-disgusting way to describe it, but I can't. It was a startling amount of bird crap.

 

A picture is worth a thousand words:

 

That does sound like something one would dream and whether it was or it wasn't, it's cracking me up.

 

That sounds a little like one of @Link the Writer's fever dreams. You been being weird again, Link?

 

Sounds like Pinky came back...

*Prepares to delete post if offence is taken*

 

I don't remember it, and I usually remember stuff about psychotic antelopes murdering women.