Fried Oreos. The devil made me do it.

So, I’m not sure what provoked me to fry oreos tonight. But I will say that it smells like a fucking carnival in my house right now. It smells like funnel cakes and shady one eyed pirates who are manning the tilt a whirl. Fucking awesome. I had to race to the kitchen for the last one. I won the race. Only because I distracted the three year old, lied to the six year old and tripped the hubs who was trying to get there before me. But whatever…

Shit you’re gonna need:

1 egg

½ cup to 1 cup of milk (I used about ½ cup. Start with ½ a cup and if you need more to make it more “batter like” then add more. You want it sort of thick. Because thicker is better ;)

2 teaspoons of oil

1 cup of pancake mix (the hubs was all “Pancake mix? Wth? Awesome.” I thought so too. Very convenient since I buy the shit in bulk. True story.)

Oreos

Oil for frying (I used my Le Cruset dutch oven with vegetable oil to fry with and I really only used about an inch of oil. Nothing drastic. Because I don’t wanna clean all that shit up. But if you have one of those fry daddy thingys. Go for it. Fry shit til your panties dance right out of your stonewashed jeans.)

Powdered sugar

Shit you’re gonna do:

Heat up your oil. I don’t know what fucking temperature, but when I saw the oil all spinning around cuz it was hot, I dropped a little batter in. It started to fry so I figured it must be ready. So, I dipped an oreo in the batter and dropped that shit in and let that bitch fry. I only had time to do four at a time because by the time I got those in, it was time to flip them. Now mind you, they’re still gonna cook even though they’re flipped, so don’t get them too brown or they’ll burn. Burnt fried oreos I’m sure taste pretty shitty. I wouldn’t know because I nailed this shit on the first try. But not everyone can be perfect like me.

Once you flip and they cook on the other side, take them out and drain them on paper towels to dry. And while they’re still sort of hot, sprinkle on powdered sugar. The sugar will probably dissolve, but trust me…it’s there. And you’ll taste that sweet goodness like a mentos from your first kiss in seventh grade. (I was a late bloomer.)

Keep dipping those little shits in the batter and fry fry fry baby. I’m gonna save the batter in the fridge to see if it’ll work for snickers bars tomorrow…stay tuned.