Evan Surprise

I don't remember when I came across the delicious discovery, I think it may have been in high school. I was hungry for some dinner and there waiting for me was ground beef, mac & cheese and peas. A delectable pallet of food waiting for some reheating. This would obviously require a microwave and possibly three separate nukes. Economically I would put all three onto a plate in there separate corners and in two minutes eat another meal. Not today.

For some reason, maybe it was delirium from being famished, I decided to mix these three separate food groups together and on top of that, add more cheese. As this frankensteinian monster spun slowly in the microwave, the slices of cheese melting slowly, and the evaporation of water escaping the food, my stomach anticipated the unchartered territory that awaited.

With a few beeps sounding the completion and the slow removal of the hot plate, I looked down upon a mass of cheesiness. The mound of food resembling a Kilimanjaro of beef, cheese and peas there was one thing missing before I could climb this mountain. Salt.

A few dashes of salt and in my fork went. A release of hot steam came up into my face. My only defense a blow of the lips to cool the anticipated first bite. The small lump of food hanging on to the plate by a thin string of yellow cheese could not contain the desire of my stomach. I bit into the food and chewed immediately realizing only one thing.  

Eureka!! Within minutes nothing was left of what was once, cheese, meat and peas. A satisfied face and a full stomach was all that remained. That day I came to realize that a new dish was formed. One that would always be with me, for the rest of my days. Like any explorer coming discovering something new for the first time I named the dish after myself; Evan. I didn't want to just call the dish that, that could be the brunt of an endless amount of jokes. I rested upon Evan Surprise. Surprising that it was something that I made that tasted good. 

Now some years later I still make Evan Surprise. Though I am the only one that eats it when I make it. Aubrey doesn't care for it, maybe because it's too manly for her. The dogs like it though but they lick there butts so you can't trust their tastes. Anyway there is some satisfaction that it's all mine and that no one can take it away from me. Not even Hamburger Helper.