Ok, so I’m a State Fair killjoy I guess…but I just don’t get it.
No I understand rides and games…a burger with your friends. No big deal. I get that. But Texas, here’s what I don’t get…
Deep fried butter? Reeeeeeeally?
“He brought us deep-fried peanut butter and jelly, then deep-fried Coke last year at the State Fair of Texas. This year,deep-fried butter. Abel Gonzales says he developed an obsession for toast and butter a couple of months ago and came upon the idea of fried butter.
He takes a ball of butter, either plain or injected with cherry, grape or garlic flavor, wraps it in dough, then into the grease it goes. Abel says it come out like a biscuit or croissant oozing with melted butter. Some of the other contestants for the Big Tex Choice Award are country-fried pork chips, jalapeno corn dog shrimp and a deep-fried peanut butter cup macaroon.”
Maybe I am just a killjoy, but I don’t get it. It doesn’t even sound appetizing. When does a fun game turn to recklessness with our bodies? Take it from someone who survived this junk. It’s not fun, nor is it humorous. This stuff is life and death and we’re selling it to our kids wrapped in tinfoil with carnival music and a smile.
There’s having an off day, splurging, and then just plain stupid. You make the call.
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