Deep-Fried Girl Day?
Why don’t women do this? Why don’t we just let it all rip, throw calorie count and healthy eating to the wind and fry up some ho-hos?
I do it — at least a few times a year, do you?
A must do is to strategically plan a major pig out at State Fair (I live in Wisconsin, and fried food on a stick is the bomb here). My husband, kids and I eat our way through the fair, cautiously sharing some of the entrees, so we don’t fill up too fast and end up passed out behind the cow barn before we’ve consumed all our favorites.
My fave by far is the foot-long corn dog. If you have never had one, get one. Quality doesn’t matter, buy ’em frozen, fresh whatever — just dip the thing in ketchup and you’re in heaven.
Then, we move on to the cream puff building. People go nuts over these things. They are good don’t get me wrong, but are they AMAZING? Not really. They are just fun as hell to eat.
We usually finish it off with the most ridiculously huge Turtle Sundae with a side of popcorn, and call it a day.
So, tell me — do you ever just let yourself go (with NO GUILT) and eat whatever the hell you want?
If not, you must. Today.
Life is too damn short to sit around counting calories and fat grams.
Who is with me?!