The fifth one didn't even taste that good.
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9 comments:
twinkies were always my favorite growing up.
Once, back in my college days, I was reading a textbook, and sat down with the container of prewashed grapes (those were the days!) I hadn't even realized that I'd had a second handful until I reached in... and there was nothing left! Nothing left- of a three pound container of grapes... bad idea! Talk about "Food Regret"! bBut hey- at least it wasn't three pounds of Twinkies=)
I'll still eat it. Bite marks and asphalt don't bother me.
Glenda, I'll only eat them deep-fried any more.
Marie, you're an amateur. If I ate three pounds of grapes I'd give myself a medal for prudence.
Joy, I won't touch anything picked at, so at least I've got that going for me.
Rebekah - Have you tried deep-fried oreos? A neighbor brought us a sample one day last summer -yum, yum, yum!
Some days, I'm totally with Joy on this one. :D
OH--you guys have gotta try fried PBJs. I just learned of their glory recently, and I'd be a bad friend to keep this culinary masterpiece all to myself. Creamy PB with strawberry jam...a little butter in the pan.... *sigh*
Fry up some Snickers, instead. It's the only way out of your Twinkie malaise.
Glenda, you have a rockin' neighbor!
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