It came to my attention that my grandfather, Pap, is nearly famous for his french fries when we were at the beach. Brandon and I were taking an early morning stroll when I asked if he would like to live at the beach. His reply shocked me a little. He said yes(not shocking), but he would really miss Pap's fries so he guessed not. I thought this was sweet and cute, but I didn't know the half of it! Since that time, every time we have gone to see Pap he has had to have fries. I have tried to recreate his fries with out success. He has even offered up advise like maybe you need to use tin foil. That did not work . So when Thanksgiving came and Pap made fries for Brandon in the toaster oven Brandon look at me and said I need that(a toaster oven) for Christmas. That was all Pap needed to hear. So for Christmas Brandon got a toaster oven and a bag of french fries. Two days later he finally got it set up and made fries. He exclaimed NOW THOSE ARE PAP'S FRIES!!!
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