fried mars bar.
I've never had one... because it sounds Gross.
I
went into a local chip shop and asked if they would fry one for me and
they said 'Yes. but you have to freeze it first'. Apparently they turn
to mush in seconds if you don't.
So I returned a few
days later with a bag of frozen dream to find I had got there too early
and they didn't open for another hour and a half. Feeling dejected (or a
similar word with another meaning) I decided I'd leave it til the week
after.
I turned up with a frozen mars bar and a cheeky grin.
The
women at the chip shop took the mars bar, lightly battered it and put
it in the firer (or fryer. which ever is the one you cook in).
Within
seconds the the thing had started to disintegrate as the chocolate
melted. What was left resembled something that had already worked its
way through a persons body!
The chip shop person, I'm
not sure what their job title is but I bet it's something like Frying
artist or Chipress, apologised (not that I blaimed her) and said that
she'd had that happen before and then added that maybe it was a special
sort of batter that they use.
Well, feeling like I'd
leaned something vauge about the science of frying sweets I wondered
outside, sat on a wall and had a bite of my partly melted snack...
And it was horrible!
The take of partly fried caramel, bits of chocolate and, whats the white stuff at the bottom?... nougat?
... Whatever it was, it was wrong!
I going to try to fry a mars bar at home after trawling the internet of a propper batter recipie but I don't think I'll bother.
Good luck to you though if this has not put you off.
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