Indigestion

Everything edible at the State Fair of Texas is fried, or tastes like it has been fried. I have survived my trip to High School Day at the State Fair, but I am undeniably a fat, lazy American pig. Here's today's menu:

• 1 Fletcher's Cornydog
• 1 Fletcher's Jalapeno Cornydog with Cheese
• Partial order of french fries
• 1 substantial bite of fried Peanut Butter and Jelly and Banana Sandwich
• 1 order of Deep Fried Coca Cola
• 2 bites of Frozen Key Lime Cheesecake on a stick

It was good, but now I am so fucking full I can't stand myself. I suppose that I should add to that list the 2 pepto-abyssmal I took to fight the waves of nausea I'm currently suffering.

For the record, the fried pbj&b sandwich was very good; the bread tasted a lot like a Monte Cristo sandwich, but with pbj and 'nanners instead of meat. Elvis was definitely on to something there. On the other hand, the deep fried coke was excessive. They were essentially cola-flavored doughnut holes with straight cola syrup drizzled on them topped with whipped cream. Plain cake doughnut holes with powdered sugar and whipped cream would have been just as good; actually, just order a mess of beignets from Cafe du Monde for a better culinary treat.

One more note: if the powers that be that decide what frozen treats to offer are reading this, bring back the frozen key lime pie on a stick. The key lime flavored cheesecake was weak to be perfectly honest.