A new shit on a shingle

Ever had Shit on a Shingle (aka SOS fyi)? That's the colloquial Army name for chipped beef on toast, a dish that looks like someone took a shit on a shingle, hence the name. Those Army guys are pretty creative, right? Granted, my unspecified brother has called it Shit on Bed Sheets before due to the stomach issues he suffered after eating it for dinner one night back in 2003. ODG does not have shit for memory.

I did not set out to make SOS for dinner. I was trying out an idea I'd had for sweet potato. It was purely innocent. I skinned and trimmed the potato, then ran it through my mandolin slicer to get long thing sheets. A bit of cornstarch with salt and pepper, and those bad boys were ready for the butter and olive oil.

I lightly fried the potato slices until the cornstarch that didn't get washed off was browning a bit and the exposed flesh of the potato started to brown on the corners and slightly bubble on the faces. This is sounding a bit gruesome. I don't know what the fuck to call it. You know what I mean.

While the potato was cooking, I dredged my chicken livers in flour and seasoned with more salt and pepper. After the potatoes were finished, I dumped those livers in with some diced yellow onion and chopped garlic. I flipped the livers a few times until they were all cooked, then removed them and dumped in some sliced mushrooms.

While the mushrooms sautéed, I went ahead and started my plating. I had 16 slices of sweet potato, which meant my plate got 8 (saving half for the next day's lunch obviously). I laid them out in a pretty little flower/sun shape. I felt pleased.

Next, I added some of the livers in a circle around the inner edges of the sweet potato planks. It looked like someone had bent a couple turds around on my plate. I felt less pleased.

When the mushrooms were done, I spooned them into the middle of the fecal walls. Now it looked like someone took a dump on the sun. I felt quite displeased.

Luckily, once you put some of that shit onto one of the shingles, the flavor was amazing. It started off with a bit of crunchy sweetness from the potato, followed by the piercing sharpness of liver that was finally tempered with some sweetness of the onion with the savoriness of the mushrooms. My text editor says "savoriness" is not a word, but it can fuck itself. Welcome to Shit on a Shingle.

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