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Friday, November 07, 2003
Deep-Fried Twinkie

You should be ashamed at what you're thinking. But seriously, liv and I stopped by the Mountainlair today on our way to Larry's work. It is Mountaineer week, and there are lots of vendors and whatnot happening. There were two food vendors out front, Toledo Steve's Kielbasa and the classic funnel cake dude.

At Toledo Steve's, while ordering a coney dog and some pierogies, I am asked by the nice lady "did you used to sing for Angel Patrol?" Yup, sure did. Then dude making my dog says "yo, cat, s'up?" It's Scott, my old pal Kelly's husband. And the nice lady is Kelly's aunt. Scott says Kelly, a great singer and cutie pie, is singing in classic rock band. All good. He gives me his card, I will check in with her and give y'all an update. Their baby Ella Rose is 3 years old now, time flies like the wind, fruit flies like bananas.

Twinkie, I'm getting there, just take a chill pill. So liv wants french fries, her primary food group. We saunter over to funnel cake dude. Actually, it's funnel cake chick. And what does the hand-printed sign on her cart say, but Deep Fried Twinkies. That's what I'm talkin bout. Of course we had to have one. With powdered sugar on top. It's just as greasy, sweet, crispy, and luscious as you're thinking, only it's on a stick, too, which makes it even finer. How bout an amusing Merlot with that? Absolutely. Or Rolling Rock, it's your pick. Anywho, I've seen Kiss live, been to Mozart's birthplace, taken pictures off the top of the Eiffel tower, touched Rudolph Nureyev, and eaten a deep-fried twinkie, so I can die a fulfilled life.


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