I am in North Carolina this weekend visiting my parents and dogs and going to the North Carolina State Fair. I used to go when I lived here, but never made it back during college. After living in New Jersey for four years and New York for a year and half, I have developed an unexpected longing for Southern food. In my more sophisticated moments, this longing manifests itself in a desire for truffled grits or catfish or other items you might see on a respectable restaurant menu. At other times, a far more gluttonous desire rears its ugly, deep-fried head.

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Lucky for me, the State Fair presents the perfect opportunity to indulge in such deep-fried, fat-laden treats. Featured in this year’s fair were the deep-fried pecan pie and the Krispy Kreme cheeseburger. These were in addition to the traditional stable of deep fried candy bars (Mars, Snickers, 3 Musketeers), fried pickles, and fried Oreos. I personally indulged in a serving of fried pickles and sampled the Krispy Kreme cheeseburger. I have had fried pickles before, and this particular serving lived up to my standard. They were also served with a packet of ranch dressing, which seemed odd to me, but actually did not taste bad. The donut cheeseburger was also shockingly delicious. The dough of the donut ends up tasting very similar to the average fast food burger bun and the glaze adds a hint of sweetness. I’d compare it to the sensation of spreading sweet barbecue sauce on something savory.

I did not have the stomach capacity to taste test every single deep-fried possibility at the fair this year, especially after slurping down a large cup sweet iced tea (New York, you will never get this right), but I was very happy and satisfied with the experience. People in the North seem to be afraid of dumping alarming amounts of butter, sugar, or lard into their recipes, so I thoroughly enjoyed partaking of a cuisine that is so completely unashamed of going over the top. I am glad I do not eat deep-fried slices of pie on a regular basis, but every once in a while a guilty pleasure must be gratified, and for that I thank you, North Carolina.

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