This could be the closest thing to a chocolate chip cookie.
It is its large adorable cousin.
I can’t get enough of it. I always want more. Even when I’m done. I still want more.
I was craving this thing for months but had no will to get up and make it, yet I’ve been so vocal with my cravings lately. I had to express somewhere and bear the consequences. (Read the replies)
On that hot day I made burgers and burger buns from scratch, I made some potatoes and beet chips. It was so hot it was unbearable to keep clothes on with the oven and 2 fryers operating in the five square meters kitchen. I was working with nothing but my short shorts and undershirt on to catch the sweat dripping from my arms.
Stop visualizing my buns! I’m here to talk about my chips
Raise your hand if you love burgers.
Any burgers
Any meat stuffed between two buns
Fine, vegetarian burgers too
I have only one condition, don’t say you like McDonald’s
I’ve had delicious burgers around town, but as you know, I am a fan of DIYs and homemade goods. When I make thing I want to brag about, I’d rather not take shortcuts in the major elements, or else I’ll come clean, confess and share the shame.
Now let me brag a little. I made burgers. I made the buns, and I made the patties. In fact, mom shaped them. I still take a little distance from touching red meat so I used her hands and help.
On the day off when the country was celebrating Al Adha, my uncle woke me up early in the morning asking me if I’d like to go with him to the olive press located somewhere in the mountains over Jbeil – Byblos. Me, being a lazy boy, agreed to go only after loads of hesitation and self-questioning. The main reason behind getting out bed this early is because of one thought: I’m not the only one who has never ever visited an olive press.
