Look, you can buy a can for two bucks. But making these yourself? That’s a love language.
The smell of onions hitting hot oil. The sound of that first crunch. The look on your family’s faces when they realize you hand-breaded every single ring—priceless.
So go forth. Slice through those tears. Get a little flour on your shirt. You’re about to be the hero no one asked for, but everyone deserves.
Now go fry something. And maybe pour yourself a coffee first. You’re going to need the energy.