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Aug. 12th, 2003 09:45 pmThis weekend I saw more people in one place than I had ever seen before while visiting the state of Indiana. Oddly enough, they were all in a town that normally contains less than 400 people. The Mooreland Fair. Probably the second largest event in Indiana after a high school basketball game. Oh, and apparently there's also this weird thing where lunatics drive around in a circle very fast and occasionally crash into walls and explode--I hear that's fairly popular.
When the rain took a break from trying to wash away the entire affair on a river of mud, I set out with a strange woman on a quest. We'd never met before, but we discovered a mutual unfulfilled goal. With my wife's blessing and guidance, I followed the other woman through the mud to an unremarkable food stand in the middle of the fair grounds. We stepped up to the window and said, "Deep Fried Twinkie." Without any outward concern for our health or surprise at our desire for such an outlandishly bizarre concoction, the carney at the window quietly and efficiently delivered the goods, like a dealer passing his stash to a pair of junkies.
Deep Fried Twinkie. Not nearly as good as I hoped. Not the Mecca of junkfood. Which makes me wonder if it was properly prepared. I was under the impression the twinkie would be frozen, then battered, then fried at extremely high heat, yielding a fried ice cream like texture and stark temperature contrast between interior and exterior layers. Nope, the one I had tasted like a mediocre, maybe even bad, donut. I don't think I've had a bad donut, but this came close. Just a warm twinkie, dipped in low quality chocolate sauce, and a thin, useless batter. So, is that all there is? Were my expectations too high? Or was that food stand just not making them correctly. Ah well, it's a horrible idea anyway... But it was worth a try.
When the rain took a break from trying to wash away the entire affair on a river of mud, I set out with a strange woman on a quest. We'd never met before, but we discovered a mutual unfulfilled goal. With my wife's blessing and guidance, I followed the other woman through the mud to an unremarkable food stand in the middle of the fair grounds. We stepped up to the window and said, "Deep Fried Twinkie." Without any outward concern for our health or surprise at our desire for such an outlandishly bizarre concoction, the carney at the window quietly and efficiently delivered the goods, like a dealer passing his stash to a pair of junkies.
Deep Fried Twinkie. Not nearly as good as I hoped. Not the Mecca of junkfood. Which makes me wonder if it was properly prepared. I was under the impression the twinkie would be frozen, then battered, then fried at extremely high heat, yielding a fried ice cream like texture and stark temperature contrast between interior and exterior layers. Nope, the one I had tasted like a mediocre, maybe even bad, donut. I don't think I've had a bad donut, but this came close. Just a warm twinkie, dipped in low quality chocolate sauce, and a thin, useless batter. So, is that all there is? Were my expectations too high? Or was that food stand just not making them correctly. Ah well, it's a horrible idea anyway... But it was worth a try.
