All departed this world in a shovel of fat

[sovay]

At my family's annual Hanukkah party tonight, my brother deep-fried: Golden Oreos, a Crunchie bar, two kinds of marzipan (chocolate-dipped and plain), a peeled clementine, candied orange peel, candied ginger, a chocolate marshmallow, and Great Cthulhu. There were calls for him to deep-fry some grapes, but by that point the exercise was mostly theoretical: I'm not sure anyone's cardiovascular system could have stood further experimentation. We may have achieved both excellence and serious injury.

But oh, my God. Deep-fried candied orange peel and deep-fried candied ginger. That may be all you need.

And hope.

Comments

[sovay]

I would think Great Chthulhu would taste rather like giant squid, ie awful.

Has anyone tried making calamari from fresh-caught giant squid? I am not necessarily saying I want to eat a squid ring the size of a tire—the texture seems more hazardous to me than the taste—but I hadn't realized the experiment had even been made. I mostly think of specimens as coming to light in circumstances where edibility takes a distant back seat to whether the thing's still got all of its tentacles and how fast can it be preserved?