Well I guess if you don’t want to throw caution to the wind and dig right in, you could put them on top of veggies or something and just let them melt onto it. I suppose.
Though in this case we’re talking straight-up artery-clogging bites.
I would, too. The idea of eating that much butter in a single bite doesn’t sound that appetizing but being born and raised in the South, I’ve eaten things much more fattening or greasy on countless ocassions.
As a general rule, the thing deep-fried should not contain more fat than the vessel in which you deep-fry it. You might as well freeze balls of lard, fry them in lard, chill the result, and drink it through a straw.
On the other hand, if you want to fry a pound of bacon, crumble it and mix it along with grated cheddar into your lard-based biscuit dough, and serve those biscuits topped with poached eggs and sausage gravy, go ahead and I hope I’m invited for breakfast: it just goes to show that everybody has their breaking point and it’s the presentation, not the amount, of fat that counts.
You’ll fit in right next to the fried snickers booth. In fact, I’m not entirely sure that the fried butter on a stick thing isn’t already being done. It’s been awhile since I went to a fair.
I have never made a recipe from Paula Dean that was anything less than wonderful tasting.
Nutrition wise those things are a disaster, but I bet they taste great.
Eh, they look and sound just like Tommy Nevins deep fried cream cheese balls without the bacon and green onion. I’ll stick to Nevins’ recipe. served with marinara sauce.
You can’t foul up a package of lipidy perfection like this with something that was once sort of close to being a vegetable. These babies need bleu cheese dressing.
On a side note, I sometimes find myself enraptured by QVC and the comforting tones of the announcers. Until Paula Dean comes on and I find myself outraged by the prices: