And -- here's the bit we were both wary as crap about, really -- we had that most Scottish of 'delicacies', a deep-fried Mars bar. shewlksinbeauty had said, darkly, that she'd spent 15 years avoiding eating a deep-fried Mars bar.
How was it?
Actually, it could've been a lot worse. That's how both of us pretty much reacted.
The whole event was steeped in drama, given that the bar lay within a paper packet about the side of a VHS tape. (It also came with a tub of whipped cream.) After unwrapping the first layer of white butcher paper, there was a smaller packet of black and white checked butcher paper, which we unwrapped with the appropriate ceremony, similar to that which a bomb squad might handle a particularly dangerous bomb.
And then, there it was, laying in the middle of the paper and looking uncomfortably and precisely like a large turd.
shewlksinbeauty and I could only just look at each other, and then we started snickering.
I seriously don't know how this became so popular, because I know damn well that presentation counts for almost more than taste, and the presentation is utterly unappealing except to a small demographic that I don't want to consider. So shewlksinbeauty hastily cut it up and we each had a bit with whipped cream before we could lose our nerve.
And really... it could be worse. It's basically a very melty Mars bar with a bit of crunch to it. It tastes very familiar and I don't think that's just because I have eaten a non-melty, non-fried Mars bar before.
Definitely not something I have the urge to consume much of, but... I'm not dead yet!
Public post but still QWP because I'm polite like that.