Thursday, 20 May 2010


I've discovered another ever-so-tiny flaw in my otherwise perfect existence - the realistic nature of my dreams.

Some people have fantastical dreams and wake up breathlessly exclaiming about being chased down their old school corridor by a unicorn carrying the co-joined twins of Margaret Thatcher and Sting. I envy those people in some way because my dreams are exactly like real life. Exactly.

That's really quite depressing isn't it? I've even had arguments with people about things we discussed in a work meeting the previous week, only to discover that I dreamt the entire meeting and then remembered it like it happened in real life. That's quite fucked up.

The reason I mention it is because it appears I've been dreamposting again. There's at least three posts that I could've
sworn I wrote in the last month or so that don't exist anywhere, and now I think about it they were far too funny to have been real. Anyway, one that I'm going to have to post again because it deserves to be aired concerns the artery clogging magnificence that is the KFC Double Down:

You've probably seen it on the internet already. Well imagine you hadn't and this was the first time you saw it, because it would've been when I posted this the first time (um, on a technicality).

We're not allowed this amazing piece of food technology here, so I decided to make my own. Firstly I pan fried some breaded chicken breasts:

Until they were a lovely golden brown:

Next, the tortilla wrap was mayo-ed up:

The first chicken breast lovingly laid out:

Bacon was then added. Proper bacon, may I add:

Then grated mature cheddar:

Before the second chicken breast was placed in its true home:

Here's a side-on view so you can fully appreciate it:

And finally, the second tortilla is wrapped over (I needed bigger ones really):

I didn't eat for two days after that :)

Experimental cooking is where it's at, baby.


Mrs Red Squirrel said...

I was sick for days after this thing. He might recommend it, but I most definitely do not.

Anonymous said...

Kudos to you, Little Squirrel, for a successful food experiment that didn't kill you. Thats always a plus!

Question....What the hell is proper bacon?

Here we have table bacon (breakfast) and Canadian bacon (which is ham...but Canada isn't a real country who cares...)

Please explain.

Anonymous said...

Fries with that?


Kevin Musgrove said...

Egad! These days my constitution will only allow me a couple of bacon butties (proper bacon, of course, not the stuff pumped up to the max with salt water). All the other gubbins would have me seized up completely.

Madame DeFarge said...

I can feel the arteries harden from here. But at least I'd die happy.

Red Squirrel said...

Mrs RS - you're always sick. That doesn't count!

Sweet Cheeks - proper bacon is apparently 'thick cut back bacon' I'm told. What you call bacon is what we call streaky bacon because it contains little meat.

Alfamale - I would've burst. Seriously.

Kevin - we live to experience. That's my motto :)

Madame DeFarge - now that's the spirit :)