I just had to sit here for darn near 5 minutes and listen to two of my coworkers debate who the original artist was for the song Angel of the Morning. I could live to be 113 and never understand what would prompt such a discussion.
Went to the San Diego County Fair this weekend (it’s still the Del Mar Fair to me, really), and didn’t rage on the food as badly as I did last time. As far as fried stuff goes, anyway. I went twice, and the first day had Australian batter fried potatoes. Awesome, completely awesome. Had something called a giant western sausage for a late lunch, and they weren’t exaggerating. That sucker was about a foot long, spicy as hell, and covered with onions and peppers. Also excellent.
The next day, I tried a fried frog leg, and it really was a lot like chicken. The meat was white, and had the same consistency as chicken. Except it was FROG. It was at that food kiosk (or whatever you call it) that I saw something that seemed to stretch the boundaries of all I know about reality. White Castle burgers, covered with batter and deep fried. I could not get my mind around it. Also for sale here, fried Oreos. And the ever-popular Krispy Kreme chicken sandwich, which is a Jelly doughnut (raspberry, the sign said), garnished with honey and sporting a fried chicken patty.
It made me want to Roto-Rooter my heart just looking at the picture….