Since moving to The South, I've learned that we fry everything down here. The classic -- fried okra, fried green tomatoes, fried turkey. The new-to-me-but-I-love-it -- fried squash, fried pickles. And the okay-who-thought-of-that? -- fried Oreos. Yes, one of the little local cafes I frequent serves fried Oreos as a dessert. {Oh, and it's totally fabulous! ... in case you were wondering.}
And all these fried things are typically deep-fried. Ya know, in all kinds of smokin' hot oil that the food-of-choice is completely submerged in until it's a crunchy golden brown, oh-so-delicious-but-no-so-great-for-you bite.
So, when I encountered 'fried apples' on a menu one day, ...
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Since moving to The South, I've learned that we fry everything down here. The classic -- fried okra, fried green tomatoes, fried turkey. The new-to-me-but-I-love-it -- fried squash, fried pickles. And the okay-who-thought-of-that? -- fried Oreos. Yes, one of the little local cafes I frequent serves fried Oreos as a dessert. {Oh, and it's totally fabulous! ... in case you were wondering.}
And all these fried things are typically deep-fried. Ya know, in all kinds of smokin' hot oil that the food-of-choice is completely submerged in until it's a crunchy golden brown, oh-so-delicious-but-no-so-great-for-you bite.
So, when I encountered 'fried apples' on a menu one day, ...
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