(In response to a recent CNN Article, of restaurants renaming French fries, "Freedom Fries" as a reaction to France not wishing to cooperate with war efforts! ) “Our countries are great friends. We have given you Lafayette and French fried potatoes” O. Henry, Rolling Stones (1894) First reference to French fried potatoes. Fast-Fried Freedom Fables By: Noah Eaton 3/13/03 Little fry, who made Thee? Who made Thee? Who made Thee? Little fry, who made Thee? Who made Thee? Who made Thee? Where have you gone? Where have you gone? In the beginning it all used to be potatoes Andean Incas had you for nearly three thousand years You told time, treating injuries, and used for worship Not to mention rip off the noses and lips from quote a few warriors Never fried, stir-fried, the oil in subside Lay them out in the sun, then stomp them open The Conquistadors came and took you all away Called you an “edible stone” for urgent provisions Sir Francis Drake took you along to England After conquering all the Spanish on the Caribbean All the salt of the wounds as far as I am concerned Could feed all the starving families from South Africa to the Mediterranean He rested in Virginia to pick up some of his buddies Soon enough it fell into the hands of some horticulturist Wrote a paper and called them Virginia potatoes When it never even made it there for 150 years, how queer So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick For so long, barely anyone ever wanted to eat you anyway Until you fell into the hands of the Irish and Sir Walter Raleigh You sprouted all along the Emerald Isles Then Queen Elizabeth then had to spit you in the face Holy-moly, the Scots found you unholy Your existence in the Bible was zilch How does belladonna fit in your family portrait If your brother is poisonous filth? Stephen Switzer called you a food fit for the Irish and clowns For crying out loud, spread the word around The Germans found you only suitable to prisoners Wait until the famine comes, what’cha gonna do now? Made all the innocent and poor do all the labor Cut off the noses of all who were reluctant or overworked Guess that’s the cost of the poison going through your system Of all the blood and salt from tears and the painful slurs So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick Parmentier then came and took you to the French king Throughout the aristocracy you became a delicacy Legrand d'Aussy called you insipid, indigestible, pasty Rejected from private households, ridiculously unhealthy Peasants stole the crop, wake up, the world knows your name Hey, look at that, Thomas Jefferson has it in your hand Part of his heritage comes straight from France Up to today, people still argue if the French or Belgians Were the first to fry a potato in boiling fat What a haunting fact That the whole world can argue Just about your acceptance and past Yet McDonalds still seems to make you too greasy Still seems to make you too limply Still seems to make you too dark and burnt to eat So I ain’t going to rest on a spatula’s laurels When the fruits of nature are lying out there in the real bushes Where the berries here are practically untouched And the bald eagle waits like a stone, pushes For a day when we’ll be free of this malnutrition Forget the liberty steak and cabbage and take all our vitamins You call these “freedom” fries, but I only feel more incarcerated… So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick So please don’t give me fries with that I’ve got to lay off all that fat Freedom is a dish only served organic But all this grease and cholesterol is making me sick… "The French fried potato has become an inescapable horror in almost every public eating place in the country. "French fries," say the menus, but they are not French fries any longer. They are a furry-textured substance with the taste of plastic wood." Russell Baker, N.Y. Times columnist

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (03-13-2003 05:17 PM).]

They will always be french fries to me.....I love french fries!! tis sad, but ohhhhh how it made me hungry.... heart hugs hon....sometimes things are bound to change....


Lauren~

Here I am
Running after dreams ~
I made it through another lonely night
Thinking of you
I know I should be strong
I just can’t say ~goodbye~(LR)

Oh, Noah, you are a joy!! hugs, Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.  A.Einstein

believe in what your heart feels...

"Love makes the world go around"
~with love and hugs from Ethel__GG~  
                  

Love reading all these great writes.
I write not!