Posted by Tucker Hottes at 12:49:56 PM on August 8, 2005
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For years I've heard tell of a mysterious food item known only as the "deep-fried Oreo." I first got wind of this mad dish in my early days at Lehigh. There used to be a food truck parked on Packer Ave. that selling all manner of fried and otherwise unhealthy stuff. Everyone always told me I had to go down and try the deep-fried Oreos, but I was skeptical and, quite frankly, just not that motivated.
Well, the days of the food truck are long gone - who knows if they went out of business or got shut down for food code violations (probably the latter), but nonetheless I thought my chances at the deep-fried Oreo were gone forever. Until I heard around the office that they were a hot item at Musikfest.
While wandering around with "yet another" beer mug rapidly depleting, I happened across the Fat Jack's stand in Volksplatz. There was a big banner advertising deep-fried Oreos. I'd eaten earlier in the evening and was looking for some sort of Fest snack to wash down with the rest of my beer. Ten tickets (!!!) later and I was handed one of those ubiqitous red plaid cardboard boats full of what looked like dumplings. There must have been at least a half-dozen deep-fried Oreos, and after biting into one I realized this should NOT be recommended as a solo task. It damn near killed me, but I managed to get every single one down.
They might have caused severe gastrointestinal distress, but I'm going to have to jump on the bandwagon and say those suckers were GOOD. The deep-fry process seems to transform the cookie into less of a cookie and more of a chocolate/icing mass inside a crispy fried shell. There was powdered sugar galore; more of which wound up on my shirt than in my mouth. I also learned a valuable Fest lesson - it's nearly impossible to carry a mug, cardboard boat full of deep-fried Oreos and eat said Oreos all at the same time. I say "nearly" because my desire to eat deep-fried Oreos, drink beer and walk simultaneously far outweighed my desire to push through crowds to find somewhere to sit down and eat. Next time I'll make sure I have a companion to share the deep-fried Oreo eating and carrying tasks. The beer drinking burdon I'll shoulder myself.
-Tucker