Were Cholesterol a marketable commodity, folks in Middle America would spend their free time polishing their fleets of Beamers and Benzes with designer-logoed hand stitched diapers and
Southern California might wither into a desolate wasteland of dehydrated low-carb salad greens.
Cholesterol probably didn’t come from this region any more than MSG originated in
, but that doesn’t change the fact that it seeps into everything in a way akin to Dune’s mélange. Your blood cholesterol has climbed since you started reading this. You think I’m trying to be funny. You won’t be laughing when you’re gripping your chest trying frantically to remember those instructions we’ve all received in our inboxes 642 times with the subject line FW: FW: RE: FW: FW: FW: What to do if you think you’re having a heart-attack. China
Even the breading has breading here. They have a cute name for breaded breading: Hush-Puppies. I once saw the World’s Largest Ball of Twine.
(No, these are not my photos.)
It’s the star attraction of
. I wonder if somewhere there exists a World’s Largest Hush-Puppy? Imagine the deep fryer you’d need for something like that. Most people have probably heard of the Fry-Baby and Fry-Daddy: Cawker City, Kansas
This would be like the Fry-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. We’re talking a fifth-wheel trailer with Bigfoot tires and a big-ass NASCAR logo on the side and that uses about as much electricity as
. Now that’s Guatemala City . Americana
So how did all this begin? The frying and re-frying, I mean. Is a vegetable-oil cartel behind the whole thing? Yesterday I ordered a ham-and-Swiss sandwich on wheat bread because the folks I’m working with were ordering lunch from a family-style restaurant. I figured it was a safe bet, because I felt a little greased-out. The sandwich arrived warmish and dressed in oily wax paper. With reservation, I unwrapped my lunchtime treat of a grilled Swiss cheese sandwich that had somehow managed to envelop four slices of Canadian bacon like some kind of mutant-fast-food-amoeba. A carnivorous grilled cheese – I bet
never saw this one coming. Clearly some kind of cultural misunderstanding had occurred here, or maybe I had simply forgotten one of the cardinal rules about unknown restaurants. When in doubt, order the Club Sandwich. Darwin
Check out this little gem I found: