Deep Fried Snickers Bar

A Non-Foodie, Fair Delicacy Review

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Ah, fellow Steemians, I have missed you so! The @generikat and crew have returned home from the state fair, and in honor of having a keyboard, high-speed Internet, and running water at my fingertips again, I thought I would kickoff being able to once more post daily with a little fair food review.

I am somewhat of the mindset that fair food is its own food group. There are a couple of reasons for this bit of perspective. One, it is the one place that you can go and eat and spend like a 1%er even if you aren't one. At a dreaded box store you can get a 6 pack of 20 ounce bottles of pop (or soda depending on your geographical upbringing) for 2.50. However, at the fair you can spend 3 dollars on just one bottle. Let it rain!! Two, most of the food at the fair is designed for maximum nosh-portability. Placing food on a stick is especially popular. Corn dogs are pretty universal stick food, but there was also corn on a stick, sirloin steak on a stick, and my favorite on a stick manifestation, deep fried apple pie on a stick. With caramel. That caramel addendum seals the deal. Three, many fair food selections are foodstuffs that most people would never eat or think to make on their own time. I don't know about you all, but I would never stand in front of the Twinkies at my local store and think to myself, "Hmmm...I think I will dip that there Twinkie in some pancake batter and deep fry it. Yah, that sounds divine."

This year I had my home on wheels to live in, so I was able to bring my own food to fair, and since I had to live at the fairground for 6 days I'm pretty thankful for that ability. I don't think my bank account would have forgiven me if I had to eat each meal at the fair. I know that my digestive system would have started a revolution.

All the previous paragraphs and reasons stated, I am a big believer of enjoying local customs and traditions, just in moderation. That whole "when in Rome" thing, so this year I was going to get myself a deep fried candy bar of some manifestation. A little over a light stroll from my trailer was a booth that was selling all manner of deep-fried, artery clogging disgustingness. I really wanted deep fried peanut butter cups, but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I probably wouldn't be able to ingest all of the oil dripping sweet, so I diverted and chose a deep fried Snickers bar instead.

It came on a STICK! WOO!

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Fair food prices tend to bring out this emotion in me. Sigh.

It also cost 5 dollars! Yikes!

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Upon first inspection, the culinary confection kind of reminded me of what my dog passed after the time it had a field day in my living with a ten pound bag of flour. Visually, the deep fried candy bar is not the most appealing. The stick protruding from its south end gave it a little fair food charm, yet the powdered sugar dusting garnish didn't inspire.

Always the good sport, I hefted the warm delight out of the cardboard boat and gave it a smell. It reminded me of the smell of pancakes that have been cooked in a pan with too much oil. Or the exhaust from your neighbor's Volkswagon station wagon that runs on bio-diesel made from a doughnut shop's deep fryer oil. Not a bad smell, but not exactly exciting.

I took a bite. I don't know about you all, but when I was a kid I had a little bit of a fondness for melted candy bars. You know what I am talking about, when a candy bar that you were looking forward too got left in your mom's car, and you would slurp that melted mass like it was a chocolate popsicle in liquid form. A deep fried Snickers delivered on the nostalgia front, I was transported back to the back seat of my mom's Laguna on a hot day, my legs stuck to the white vinyl seat, eating a melted candy bar while I waiting for her to finish talking to someone in another car. The similarities were uncanny. In fact, I was so enraptured by my moment of food time travel that I didn't notice the huge dusting of powdered sugar that bedecked my decolletage. Don't worry though, my husband thoughtfully, albeit mockingly, brought my sugar coating to my attention.

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This is pretty much my all time favorite fair song, and I kind of felt a bit like Templeton when I was nibbling on that candy bar blasphemy on a stick.

All in all, it wasn't actually that bad. I only ate half of the deep fried, chocolate dripping confection as I was sharing it with the hubs. Do I think that I would get it again? Probably not, but that's just because I don't really eat a lot of sugar and would much rather eat a carload of gelato or something if I were to indulge in the glucose. If you are feeling adventurous or nostalgic then a deep fried Snickers is a good food choice, and you can bet that I am going to eat some of those deep-fried peanut butter cups next year!!

This smelled far more amazing than the petrified-with-sweat wool socks languishing on my camper floor.

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I would love to hear your opinions about fair food or experiences with any delicacies of the fairground variety! Do tell!

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And as always, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's deep fryer oil smudged and powdered sugar dusted iPhone.

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