July 7, 2010
Note: After eating this humongous thing depicted in the above photograph, I had no desire to make it myself. Thus, no recipe follows.
Amidst the 4th of July celebrations and hanging out at the Freedom Days in Provo I realized something:
I have never had a funnel cake.
Thus I headed over towards the food stands, passing on the navajo tacos and BBQ dinners, and bought myself a plate full of deep fried batter, topped with cinnamon-sugar and caramel.
I knew there was a reason why I ran eight miles that morning.
The concept of funnel cake is not new to me. In Finland during May Day celebrations people eat Tippaleipä, which is basically the same thing as funnel cake but somewhat smaller. I recall having one only once in my life.
This may have been the only time I will ever have a funnel cake, either. I ate the entire thing, and even though it was quite good, I think I've had enough of fried batter for a long, long time.
I owe that to my behind.