Yesterday at the Wisconsin State Cowchip etc, Tom and Michael A had the traditional pork-chop-on-a-stick for lunch. These are actually quite good, grilled and all, and grilled pork is hard to beat, IMHO. I went with the Girl Scouts' fresh fruit basket instead, a nice mixture of watermelon, cantaloupe, blueberries, grapes, raspberries and pineapple. Afterwards Tom got a hot fudge sundae and Michael A got a root beer float. Next to that booth, a group of young Catholic girls were selling deep fried Oreos. I was fascinated. Of course, part of any state/county/local fair lore is deep frying improbable comestibles to make them ... less digestible? (The top of the line has to be deep fried butter. And, no, I am not making that up.)
Anyway, a middle school student and his grandmother were sharing deep fried Oreos and I waited for their evaluation. The boy liked them, but his grandmother was less impressed. "I can't get any Oreo taste," she complained. From the look on her face, I think she was trying not to say, "Yuck!" So we decided to give that fried treat a pass.
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