All too concerned with the blogging of this particular photo, this one here with the Nuggets, I lost all clarity of thought and lit my stove on fire, burning two nuggets in the process, and making their aftertaste reminiscent of firewood with a hint of kerosene.
You may be wondering why this Nuggets Frango box had me in such a tizzy. It’s because of the labeling. Is it possible to have “New Traditional?” This is not a new brand; I’ve been eating their nuggets for a year now. What about the New Traditional nuggets are actually new? So there I was, thinking about the old and the new, and I threw six little nuggets into a pan that had oil boiling away in it. Did you know oil could boil? Because I had that exact revelation just as I witnessed a flame the length of my leg leap up into the kitchen sky enveloping my nuggets in a wall of fire. Do you know what I did? I hid from it. I crouched down and hid from the flame. Not like I protected myself, mind you. Not like I put my hands up in front of my face to protect myself from the heat. No, I crouched to the side, face wide and in clear range of any popping oil-meets-fire bombs and I hid. As if I were trying to surprise the flame as it walked innocently around a corner. “Boo!”
And so, after it was all said and done and the flame ate itself and the outside layer of two nuggets, I vowed to take it easy on the thinking-while-cooking over a gas stove.