The FRIED bride of Franken-tator

The lightening split the velvet sky and the thunder rolled overhead as Dr Franken-tator cooked fervently in his laboratory.
He had been slaving for hours over a hot stove, his pinny stained with smears of grease and his skin grey with exhaustion, his eyes wild with fever– at one point he thought he would go mad with the aroma of baked potato skins. But then at the stroke of midnight Franken-tator threw his floury hands in the air with glee. All of his peeling had finally paid off. The measuring and straining, grating and frying had resulted in a piece of culinary perfection- his master piece was ALIVE!
After days pouring over cook books and hours in the lab tending to the chopping slab he had created the perfect potato bride– crispy on the outside but still light and fluffy in the middle.
Truly she was good enough to eat…….Or be eaten……

Jen 2008