Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Powdered Sugar Donuts

Yeah, you're right, they're messy... probably not something you'd eat in the car. But they'll take you back to the first time you ever ate one every time you eat one.

No matter the brand, it's all about freshness. The soft, cakey ring melts in your mouth... and when really fresh, sticks to the roof of your mouth, too.

The chocolate variety is also a great find, though I wouldn't expect them to taste like chocolate if you've never tried one before now (and shame on you!).

These go great with milk or chocolate milk, so be ready with your choice of beverage...

Friday, April 10, 2009

Gas Station Delights: Hot Dogs

Gas station hot dogs are pretty hit or miss. I prefer the ones from QT, partially because I've seen them clean the roller things that cook the weenies.

They have a warming tray underneath so your bun isn't ever stale. There's also a plenties of condiments of all varieties. Any type of mustard you could want, seriously.

There is also a pump dispenser for nacho cheese and chili! SO GOOD!

All of the other stuff on QT's roller display is delicious as well. So try some new things!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Krispy Kreme

I'm a hungry, hungry hippo just thinking about them. They way they melt in your mouth. The way you want milk afterward. The way I can eat a while box in two sittings or less. Okay, some of you did not know of my stomach's full prowess. It's magic. Like a unicorn. Only real.

I have a hard time ordering anything but the Original Glaze. The snowmen they had in the wintertime were also great. But Krispy Kreme won't ever be the same to you until you've been inside and stuck your face up to the glass to see the machine making donuts. They will even turn on the HOT NOW light so you know when to go in...

But everything is good there. The only thing I would not recommend is getting donuts AND the donut flavored drink. Too much. The drink really does taste like a donut.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Snuffer's

Dallas, TX

Every single time I'm in Dallas, I make a stop at Snuffer's. You just have to. No, it isn't healthy. But it's the best.

The salads look great (I've never had one; just not a salad kind of girl...). My dad gets them sometimes. There is nothing salad-y about them. Plenty of bacon. And dressing. I don't like actually tasting the lettuce in my salad, so if I were going to order one, this is what I'd get: Bacon wedge.

The burgers are also great. Along the same lines as the salad: more than you can eat with plenty of bacon and condiments.

But you should really go for the Cheddar Fries. I always get them, loaded. Cheddar, bacon, green onions, jalapenos. DUDE. So good. comes with Ranch. A small order is more than enough for one person, especially if you order something else. But you really don't need to, unless it's a delicious beer from the tap. Nothing like cheddar fries and a Coors Light for lunch when you've been shopping all day...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Boiled Peanuts

The South

Hey, all. I know it's been awhile. I have been sick and so busy with school stuff (so not ready to enter big people world). I hope this post leaves you salivating.

Boiled peanuts. Those of you not from the South are probably thinking, "That sounds sick." But as usual, you are wrong. Boiled peanuts are delightful and entirely addicting.

They come in several varieties, from your standard, "let's pawn these off on the Yankees" full grown variety to fresh green peanuts to the flavored varieties.

I'd steer clear of the full grown variety as they just don't suck in the flavor of the salt and what not. The flavoring (usually Cajun) just isn't worth it. Wait until they are green before heading South. This will be mid-summer.

The green ones are moist and delicious. Pop one into your mouth (yes, in the shell) and bite gently at the back of your mouth. Saltiness will permeate every cranny in your mouth. Loosen the nuts (yes, I know, they are really legumes) with your tongue and spit out the shell. Chew the nuts. Repeat until bag is empty. And it will be, soon.

The first time my dad had them, he kept saying, "Just one more," then my mom would hear the bag crinkle down yet again. This will happen to you.