This summer's Fryday trial - Mini Hotdog Lunchables.
The boys are prepped, lined up and eagerly wait for their time in the spotlight.
Just look at the shine off the tip of that dog, such a tease.
It's bath time. They get dropped into the frier where they'll go from a young boy's dream meal to a grown man tranquilizer.
Covered in a golden, crispy, bluff blanket, the boys are displayed elegantly on a platter in hopes to win over an onlookers stomach.
Loaded up with ketchup and mustard, I start doming on some fried lunchables. Once you get past the fluorescent beauty of the fried pocket dog, it's true inner self comes out after the first bite. I was merely masking the truth, which was the fact that it was still a disgusting mini hotdog meant for 5 year olds.
Overall, a fun, entertaining experiment that happened to taste like the bottom of a trash can on a rainy day. Complete success in my book.
One huge success we had came from my cousin Brent; fried oreos. These little melted chocolate funnel cake clouds are enough to make anyone go into cardiac arrest with a smile on their face. However, I advise you eat no more than 1.5 and avoid running into the stomach hurricane.
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