Robert Snap Spot, blog report and I’m working photography on an active crime scene. A French fry crime scene! As it turns out, McDonalds french fries’ spellbinding combination of Smell, Taste, Crunch is hard to resist and that is why this was considered a crime scene.
Fry Crimes
Just a whiff of that unmistakable frying oil scent, reminiscent of drive-thru windows and fast-food counters. Hands gripping that iconic red box with the famous arches on the front, holding a generous handful of stiff golden sticks. That first bite and hearing that satisfying crunch through the crispy outer layer, with the salt so discernible you can feel it leaping onto your tongue. The fluffy, soft potato that manages to taste a million times better than the raw starch. They’re warm and satisfying, and you polish them off one by one. Before you know it, the whole box is gone.
Not today! Look at the waste! The sadness!
Humor me here as I go through the facts found in these photos.
A first look at the evidence and markings lead to the idea that the perpetrators did not deliberately pour hot fries or in some cases cold, greasy lard sticks on the ground. That would have left the fries in a heap and none in the carton. Nor were they hurled or slapped away as a last chance to save the “dieter” from breaking his/her “on-again-off-again” fast food relationship. A fanning pattern on the ground would have been the result.
After examining the articles on the scene several theories arise:
1. Owner of food bites hot potato sticks… burns himself… and then drops before stated fast food items. (Got to get them while they are hot I guess?)
2. Patron of McDonalds slips or is pushed. Whether by accident or in jest, either way, fries hit asphalt leaving potato projectiles sprawled in a radius immediate to the point of impact.
No suspects were found in the immediate area possible speculation could be that the valued french fries was not worth initiating the “3-second-rule”, rescuing them for quick consumption. Or maybe just returning to those “golden arches” and reordering the salty, mouth-watering snack in-restaurant to minimize at chance of a reoccurrence more fries not reaching their fullest potential. Namely, total craving and appetite satisfaction!
Readers will be updated of any progress made in this investigation.
Some may say it is scandalous to have bourbon so early in the afternoon. Here in the the South, Savannah, Georgia to be more precise, it was the best choice to make.
After spending an hour in the Jepson Center for the Arts (part of the Telfair Museums) enjoying an exhibit on “Rembrandt and the Jewish Experience“, Neal and I headed to the next square, Wright Square to indulge ourselves in confectionery heaven. Wright Square Cafe known for delicious delights and savoy bites was our destination and we made before it was thronged with lunchtime patrons. Neal ordered a thick chocolate and marshmallow dessert with a steaming hot chocolate. I decided on a perfect slice of bourbon pecan pie with hot peach tea (it’s Georgia after all)
Decadent pecans suspended in sweet sugary southern goodness! My fork sank deep into the crust which resembled dense shortbread. Rapturous heaven laced with tasty bourbon.
It didn’t take long to realize how the combination of tea and pie completed the wonderful afternoon. Neal’s chocolate and marshmallow square is barely visible in the picture because this post is about my pie! He will have another post at another time! Ha!
After relaxing in the Parisian style cafe we enjoyed a perfect Spring afternoon walk through Historic Downtown Savannah. Such a wonderful surprise date planned by Neal, my love!
