Question: When is a deep fried Twinkie healthy?
Answer: When its deep fried in pure canola oil and wrapped in recycled paper.
Welcome to the LA County Fair.
The sign I am looking at has well over a dozen, evil gut-buster delicacies, and at the bottom of the window, a sun-faded sign proclaims that all items are deep fried in pure Canola oil.
Well, that just makes it all better , doesn’t it?
County Fairs as a general rule don’t really have a strangle hold on the health food issue.
And I am good with that.
You almost have to have bad food at a fair.
Not to partake of the deep fried goodness would be like going to a Tijuana Strip club and ordering a lite beer.
It just misses the point.
There is always new stuff the is deep fried every year that I have never seen.
It amazes me. You would think that it has all been done by now.
Here are the 5 mainstays of the deep fried fair world.
3. Foot Long corn dogs.
5. Funnel cake.
Of them all, corn dogs and funnel cakes I can deal with. With the rest I have to make a judgement call as to the current state of my stomache. Nothing ruins a day at the County Fair more than projectile vomiting.
As for the new comers to the deep fried carnie-world, here they are.
1. Kool aid (I shit you not.)
2. Cream cheese. (Not bad, actually)
3. Butter. (Good god.)
4. Bacon. (Which is then dipped in chocolate, just to add insult to injury.)
5. A ten inch wide maple donut, covered with bacon bits, topped with a hot fudge sunday, topped with whipped cream, nuts and cherry. (While not a true County Fair, fried food, I wanted it included here because it shocked the living shit out of me and I am still in awe.)
My fiancee continues to argue to this day that the nuts at least “Give it some protein.”
This is a lot like arguing that at least Meth is fat free.
Let me get back to that Maple-bacon-donut-hot fudge-sunday. It was incredible.
It wasn’t even on the menu, it was a combination of two separate items on the menu. When we suggested it to the cashier, she looked at us in confusion, like we had just told her that her cat had tennis elbow.
Three cashiers, a manager, and two cooks later, it was decided that it could be done. The biggest delay was them trying to figure out how much to charge for it. To carnies, this is their whole reason for being.
We ended up paying the same price as if we had bought both a Maple-bacon donut and a Hot-fudge sunday.
Whatever, creating a legend is never cheap.
I ate half of that monster and my stomach still twinges. Projectile vomiting was on the table that day, but I managed to keep it together.
The taste was incredible.
Plus, it had peanuts.