Unbind your belt. Go find your fat jeans. Load up on the Lipitor.
Last year, I went to the Florida State Fair and had the Krispy Kreme Cheeseburger. It became the must-have, hate-yourself-in-the-morning, can’t-wait-to-eat-it-again guilty pleasure. So much soul-soothing sweetness. So much greasy goodness. So darn … delicious.
This year…..we have the Ice Cream Burger.
Say hello to my little friend….made of Ice Cream with red Meat (and some pickles, mustard and ketchup).
This bad boy starts with a regular burger. No worries there. But nestled under the toasted bun and perched atop the pickle, lettuce, tomato, bacon and cheese toppings is a slab of ice cream coated in cinnamon and cornflakes that has taken a dip in the deep fryer for 10 to 15 seconds.
Looks gross. Sounds gross. Tastes …?
It’s like going to your favorite burger place. You get that burger, you get that milkshake. You take a bite of burger and drink a bit of milkshake. It tastes just like that. I couldn’t stop eating it after I took my first bite.
I also tried the Deep Fried Butter Stick but this burger takes the cake.
Heard people complain about the calories while I was gorging this bad boy. Hey, you’re going to the fair, you’re gonna have fun. It’s fun to try new things, healthy or not. Everything in moderation as the doctor recommends.
Moderation? Where’s the fun in that?