My love for the potato is undeniable. It is one of the most perfect ingredients. In any form. Breakfast, lunch or dinner…the potato is allowed. Home fries, french fries, mashed potatoes, baked potato…the list doesn’t end. I do not care that potatoes aren’t the best for you. I don’t care about carbs. I just know that they are delicious. And in the end, that’s all that matters.
One my greatest guilty pleasures are McDonald’s Hash Browns. An oblong shape, fried to a crisp, golden color. A crunchy exterior gives way to an interior full of hot and juicy strings of potato. I always order two, because, I’m gross like that. One is never enough. Yeah, I usually regret it, but I also regret NOT getting two. And then one day I had an idea. The kind of idea that only someone ridiculously, stupidly drunk or insanely high would want to do: use hash browns as the buns of a breakfast sandwich.
What’s crazy about that? They have burgers between doughnuts. A fried croissant that is a doughnut. I mean, yes, this is not something that should be eaten every day. Every week. Or even once a month. It’s a few times a year kinda thing. A holy-crap-I-had-a-great-day-after-a-string-of-really-crappy-days-and-I-am-going-to-treat-myself kinda day.
So today, that’s what I did. After an exhaustive apartment search in Boston, I’ve finally come across a winner. It’s a process. It’s not fun, but I deserved it. And so I order two hash browns and a sausage and egg biscuit. Slap it all together, add a touch of ketchup and…
…amazingness happens. Greasy. Delicious. Guilty. Heavenly. All the feels. Everything.
Now, it could be worlds better. Homemade hash browns, with grated onion and garlic added to the mix…maybe even some rosemary. A fried egg with a still runny yolk and some bacon. In a way, this was a test. A test of what’s to come. Of possibilities. Of heart attacks. But if you’re gonna go out with a bang…make it a delicious one. Life is too short and not go for the over-the-top “gross” food you’re craving.