Now, I have an unholy affinity for Swedish Fish. And, I'm not talking about my desire to gulp down herring or anything silly like that (though that can be good sometimes). I'm talking about the delightful little red candy fishes that seem to find their way into my mouth everytime they come within reach. Seriously, I've been known to toss down a school of these little guys for breakfast. It's madness really.
To make matters worse, another thing I enjoy is absolutely anything deep fried (I've got the Lipitor prescription to prove this too), and as a result of that, I found myself driving along today thinking about whether or not it would be a good idea to deep-fry my beloved Swedish Fish. I mean, what's better than a nice crispy shell hiding a sweet, ooey-gooey, molten mass of sugary lava?
However, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to have them beer-battered, like fried fish is usually prepared here in Milwaukee, or perhaps something lighter and more exotic along the lines of a tasty, crispy tempura. I mean, I need a change. I've been going the Sushi-route with these fish ever since I started eating them when I was three years old, and these days, with everybody deep-frying anything they can get their hands on, why shouldn't I investigate a few culinary alternatives?
Unfortunately, I don't have a deep fryer. My friends and family care far too much about me to ever purchase one as a gift for me, and I do have enough self-control not to run out and buy one myself. They frighten me. And not because of having a vat of boiling oil perched upon my countertop just waiting to spill all over the place. No. They frighten me because I have this overwhelming and suicidal desire to beer-batter and deep-fry a bacon-wrapped Whopper with Cheese with extra mayo and maybe a fried egg on top.
Anyway, I know I'm not alone out there with this wicked, food weirdness. In fact, here's a rather disturbed person in Michigan and his delightful recipe for chocolate-covered bacon (unfortunately, it isn't deep fried).