Serious As A Heart Attack

Never joke with a Southerner about frying up ANYTHING.

Gwen asked me to bring dessert to dinner last night and in jest suggested it be fried Twinkies. Silly rabbit, she didn’t think I’d do it but I pulled out the “Gran Pappy” (eat your heart out “Fry Daddy”) and we fried the dickens out of those Little Debbie snacks!

It smelled like the fair and I managed to eat one and half of them. Surprisingly, the cream filled center got soaked up into the dough. That was the only thing missing from our yummy? experiment.

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