I was hesitant at first

Last night I went to dinner with a few friends (WHAAAAD UP JCol, Brian, and Eddo - eddo and brian you can change the "whad up" to your own style if you like) and we hit this amazing burger joint in town. JCol and Brian ordered an appetizer that immediately made my nose turn up and my stomach do a flip flop.

Fried Pickles.


Just the idea of deep frying a pickle made me a bit nauseous. I’m not really a picky or high maintenance eater, I’m just a very visual eater and I get an idea of how something will taste in my mind and I convince myself that it must be naaaaasssssssty. So when the thought of a fried pickle popped into my brain I figured it couldn’t be good. (I live in Texas, land of the fried foods, and I’m hesitant about eating these crazy concoctions – shhhh, don’t tell anyone).

But being the risk taker that I am (go ahead and laugh, you know you want to) I asked Brian if I could sample one of the FPs and then if I could complain about how gross it was. I wanted to prepare him for my reaction that I was convinced would occur. He gave me this weird look (which is a normal thing for Brian to give me) and said sure.

So I selected my victim, took a deep breath, and bit into the fried picklelyness. Much to my surprise I liked it. I not only liked it, I immediately began to contemplate changing my order to four baskets of fried picklely bits of heaven. Is there enough nutritional value in a pickle and deep fried batter to make this worthy of a full meal?

So now I have a new guilty pleasure. It sounds pretty gross, and I’m still not over the mental assault that the words “fried pickles” bring to my brain, but the taste more than makes up for that.

Next thing you know I’ll be that person at the State Fair who consumes two deep fried corny dogs, a deep fried snickers, and a deep fried peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich. Ok, well maybe I’ll just stick to the fried pickles (and a corny dog).