Day 1              He stood in the kitchen, looking upon his domain. He opened up the refrigerator to his right, pulling out a jar and a carton of eggs. He walked a few feet to his left and opened up a cabinet, taking out a small bowl and a plate. He walked to his new left and opened up a different cabinet, taking out a container of flour. He took a whisk from the counter, a knife and a large, plastic spoon from a drawer and a Ziploc bag from yet another cabinet before ending up at the table in the middle of the room with everything he needed. He opened up the jar. Pickles. Whole, dill pickles. He took out two of them and placed them on the plate. He then grabbed the knife and began chopping until each pickle was sliced into dozens of chips. He took out two eggs and cracked them in succession on the bowl, emptying their yellowish contents into it. He then began pouring flour from its container into the Ziploc bag. About a sixth of the bag? Should be enough. He took the whisk and beat the eggs until it was all one uniform substance. He then began placing his pickle chips into the eggs. Once the bowl was full and plate was empty, he spooned the pickles out with his large, plastic spoon and placed them into the Ziploc bag of flour. Time to shake. He shook the bag for a few seconds, making sure that each pickle was completely coated. He moved his bag over to the counter next to the stove. He then put away the eggs, flour and pickles, and placed all dirty dishes, except for the spoon, into the sink.              It was time to cook. He grabbed another plate from the cabinet and placed two paper towels on it to soak up excess grease. He then found a pan, a spatula and the Crisco. He placed the pan on the stove, poured some oil into it and turned the burner on. Heat, six. He waited a few moments, walked over to the sink, turned it on for a second to get some water on his fingers, and flicked the water into the pan. It popped and steamed. Perfect. He began spooning floury pickles into the pan using the already dirtied spoon. As soon as all of the pickles were in, it was time to flip. He began using the spatula to flip each pickle, beginning with the right side, the side with the pickles which first entered the pan. As soon as all pickles were flipped, it was time to take them out. Frying pickles was a quick process. He used the spatula to take all of the pickles out of the pan and place them on the paper-towel-ed plate. Wonderful. View high resolution

Day 1

             He stood in the kitchen, looking upon his domain. He opened up the refrigerator to his right, pulling out a jar and a carton of eggs. He walked a few feet to his left and opened up a cabinet, taking out a small bowl and a plate. He walked to his new left and opened up a different cabinet, taking out a container of flour. He took a whisk from the counter, a knife and a large, plastic spoon from a drawer and a Ziploc bag from yet another cabinet before ending up at the table in the middle of the room with everything he needed. He opened up the jar. Pickles. Whole, dill pickles. He took out two of them and placed them on the plate. He then grabbed the knife and began chopping until each pickle was sliced into dozens of chips. He took out two eggs and cracked them in succession on the bowl, emptying their yellowish contents into it. He then began pouring flour from its container into the Ziploc bag. About a sixth of the bag? Should be enough. He took the whisk and beat the eggs until it was all one uniform substance. He then began placing his pickle chips into the eggs. Once the bowl was full and plate was empty, he spooned the pickles out with his large, plastic spoon and placed them into the Ziploc bag of flour. Time to shake. He shook the bag for a few seconds, making sure that each pickle was completely coated. He moved his bag over to the counter next to the stove. He then put away the eggs, flour and pickles, and placed all dirty dishes, except for the spoon, into the sink.

             It was time to cook. He grabbed another plate from the cabinet and placed two paper towels on it to soak up excess grease. He then found a pan, a spatula and the Crisco. He placed the pan on the stove, poured some oil into it and turned the burner on. Heat, six. He waited a few moments, walked over to the sink, turned it on for a second to get some water on his fingers, and flicked the water into the pan. It popped and steamed. Perfect. He began spooning floury pickles into the pan using the already dirtied spoon. As soon as all of the pickles were in, it was time to flip. He began using the spatula to flip each pickle, beginning with the right side, the side with the pickles which first entered the pan. As soon as all pickles were flipped, it was time to take them out. Frying pickles was a quick process. He used the spatula to take all of the pickles out of the pan and place them on the paper-towel-ed plate. Wonderful.