This was my fortune cookie at lunch. Obviously, this is whack. How can you trust anything that doubts the power of frosting? You can make anything taste better if you put enough frosting on it. What kind of fuckery is this?
This fortune cookie is just a hater anyway. Don’t be pissy just because frosting is so Creamy, Sweet, & Delicious while you’re Tasteless, Bland, and Completely Not Important. Nobody even eats you. We just break you open and hope for wisdom.
Fortune Cookie, don’t throw shade. It’s not cute. (Except when I do it.)
God, I’m so torn. My last food festival experience was a complete disaster, but maybe these kids learned from the Googa Mooga’s mistakes? I mean, it’s bacon. I feel like you have to give it a chance for bacon. BACON YOU GUYS! A FESTIVAL FULL OF BACON!
I’m so egg-cited! (GET IT?! EGG-CITED?! LIKE BACON AND EGGS!)
Standing in a field, surrounded by delicious-smelling food, and unable to eat anything. That is my personal definition of Hell. Look at this video I shot after we were completely fed up with standing in lines.
Let me explain to you what a shitshow this entire ordeal was.
With some cheese grits and eggs. It was as delicious as it sounds, obviously.
I’m on this weird SPAM kick since Ketan and I decided to walk from Wall Street all the way to Brooklyn last week. On the way, we passed by a Hawaiian restaurant that sells SPAM Musubi (kinda like SPAM sushi, and it’s totes wonderful).
My friend has a blog called the Sloptart and it’s fairly gross but entertaining at the same time. However, spoon-fried SPAM seemed like a no-brainer and it really was amahzing.
First you spoon it out.
Then you fry it up!
Lookadere! You get so much more crunchiness than just cutting it up into slices.
Now, go see what else Grant is cooking (and eating) over at the Sloptart.