Kitchen Alert – Puff-Puff on the brain. Current obsessions. Testing the bounds of Fried Dough.
Like we’ve done for Agbalumo and Meyer lemons, Mangoes and more.
But I was thinking about language and Puff-Puff and it occurred to me that I haven’t ever heard someone ask ‘Can I have a puff-puff?’
Sounds wrong. To my ears, totally adoring of my puff-puff.
Very rarely used . Can I have one puff-puff? Sigh. I guess one might say that but no one in their right mind has one puff-puff. I mean……one? Of all the deliciousness? Just one? How? Why?
I can’t deal.
For that would be like walking away from the vice grip of say your ‘Knight in Shining Armor’ when first he saves you. Such is the overpowering comfort and rescue and love these little balls of fried dough.
You don’t think Knights in Shining Armor exist? What rock have you been living under? Are you really that cold of heart, in heart that you cannot, will not see that love can sweep you off your feet and every line in your fairy tale romance can come true?
If you believe that then, imagining the magnificence of puff-puff done well will come easy. To you.
And if you can’t find it in your heart to laud and adore the perfection of balls of fried dough, I’ll have to say goodbye now.
Here.
Good bye.
