Deep-Fried Guyday

The Goods

Let me just begin by saying… Don’t try this at home.

There is a good chance I’ll lose much of my readership for the battered and deep-fried adventure I’m about to share. Calm yourselves. It was all in good fun. For all intents and purposes, it is a lesson in what not to do. So sit back and take notes, America, because this is why you’re fat…

First, some background… Last week Stew had a party. Everyone at his party brought Little Debbie snack cakes. Adam was one of those people. He suggested we do something with the mountain of leftover snack cakes. I suggested we deep fry them (truly not expecting it would really happen). Of course, Adam actually has a deep fryer. So this happened:

Deep-fried Hostess cupcake

If you want to gain weight, clog your arteries and most likely burn your mouth, this is how you deep fry snack cakes.

1. Dust with flour

Dust with flour (oatmeal cream pie)

2. Dip in batter

Dip in batter (Eggo waffle)

3. Drop in fryer

Fry

4. Eat (but really… please, don’t eat)

Deep-fried oatmeal cream pie

We made a deep-fried oatmeal cream pie, Rice Krispie Treat, Hostess cupcake, standard vanilla sandwich cookies and an Eggo waffle.

Deep-fried Eggo waffle

The standard vanilla sandwich cookie was by far the most popular.

Deep-fried vanilla sandwich cookie

And the Rice Krispie Treat was an epic fail.

Deep-fried Rice Krispie Treat

I tried a little of each and didn’t think they were terrible but didn’t think they were amazing enough to actually ever eat.

The guys were pretty pleased but also not blown away.

Deep fried snack cakes are straight gangsta

We closed out the night with a casserole of death made of Rice Krispie Treats, leftover batter, oatmeal cream pies, and caramel sauce that baked while we watched the season finale of The Hills. Yeah, I had my fun too.

Snack cake casserole

It was terrible.

So that, my friends, was deep-fried Guyday. It was great fun and I don’t think anyone ate enough of the goods to want to die this morning. All in moderation?

Adam’s house is like a McDonald’s Playplace for grown men. It’s full of musical instruments, TV and movie collectibles, piles of CDs, DVDs, etc. But I managed to find a Vanity Fair (what?) and “made” them watch The Hills with me.

Oh, and Adam gave me a deep fryer.

Ah, my very own

If you feel so inclined, watch the Eggo taste test in action.