shoe string fries (and tuna mayo)

When you miss someone, and that someone is in a city known for good food, and you are in a small town that likes to think it's known for good food, and you are sitting around in your apartment, and you wish that that someone was with you, right now, sitting beside you and digesting her food, apart from endlessly browsing pictures of her on the internet, there is one sure-fire thing you can do to bring her closer: you can make shoe string french fries to go along with your tuna mayo (and that's English for tuna salad).

 
First of all, let me say that the new blogger is awesome!  Look how huge that photo is!  Look at those shoe string fries!  No matter where you are, you cannot get shoe string fries like those at any restaurant anywhere.  Not in Paris and certainly not in New York City. 

Now it just occurred to me that I don't have too much to say about this lunch, except this: tuna salad in a buttered and pan fried, split-side hot dog bun is way awesome.  The particular bun pictured above is maybe too wimpy for tuna mayo, but that is not important.  What's important is that the someone mentioned above will take one look at my lunch, and a small magnet will rotate inside of her.  A small magnet will rotate inside of her and, like a Muslim stopping and turning east at the call to prayer, she will stop in her tracks somewhere and, for a moment, as if pulled by the magnet, face home.  At least, I would like to think so.