Something very odd happens whenever I go back to parents’ house. You see, every time I talk to them, they always seem to be eating. However, when I decide to arrive, there is magically no food in the house! Incredible right? So then, I must always resort to begging my father to pick me up something to eat while I drudge home on the train after a painful Friday at work. I know that this Saturday’s dinner will be coming from a nice BBQ thrown by my mother’s hospitable friend, Audrey. But, I’m cranky and hungry now. Weirdly enough, my parents always have Egg Beaters and enough condiments to fill an industrial restaurant kitchen, yet NO REAL FOOD–unless you want diet mayo for dinner, or some ketchup, plenty of ketchup. Luckily, my dad had to go to the grocery store for my mother, so he actually thought of me this time and brought me home a grilled chicken breast. I needed to spice it up somehow, so I decided to make a low-cal dipping sauce using the random condiments in my parents’ spice cabinet and fridge.
So, this is what I really wanted for dinner. The new KFC double down chicken sandwich–NO BREAD. Just fried chicken around cheese and bacon. Holy crap. Holy crap. I almost missed Miley Cyrus performing on the Today Show last Friday because I was obsessing about this sandwich. When I die, I hope I’m reincarnated as a chicken so I can be part of this magesticness.
A lot of this sauce was done to taste. Feel free to alter the flavors to your tastes, because I’m known to be a little crazy. The calorie count for the whole entire portion of sauce is around 35 calories–not so bad, if I say so myself!
Ingredients:
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2 tablespoons of ketchup
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1/2 tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce
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1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
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1/8 (or a pinch) of garlic powder
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Fresh ground pepper to taste
Whip ingredients together with a fork, and enjoy. If you add too much of one or the other, it’s very easy to increase the other ingredients! The smoked paprika with the Worcestershire sauce makes a strangely bacon type flavor, yet delicious!
She is sooo lucky she is cute. Who doesn’t feed their daughter when they come home to visit? Psh. Oh, and surprisingly enough I didn’t put my mother in that garbage bag, but it’s pretty cute that she fits. I have put her in the laundry basket a few times though.
I fed you for 21 years. Isn’t that long enough?
There is always lots of food in the house. Before you arrive, we have to hide it, or you become a food vortex. Then there is nothing left for your brother.