Wait a second, that's not true. Anyway, today I had a craving. For what? More cowbell? No, silly, that's for a fever.
I wanted a pizza stick. Ever heard of it? At the Harvard of high schools, Oak Hill Academy, where I attended school from kindergarten until graduation in West Point, MS, they served pizza sticks at break and lunch. Heck, even at breakfast. They were always deep fried (not baked). Another requirement to properly enjoy the pizza stick was to drizzle ranch on it...a new application of ranch with each bite. YUM.
Kurt makes fun of me for liking pizza sticks, and today I found out why. He's never had one. I repeat: never had one. Crazy, right?
So at lunch today I decided to indulge my inner white trash and have lunch at Dodge's. Not pick up lunch from Dodge's...I wanted to sit in the gas station and eat at Dodge's. So I did. I got a #6 combo: a pizza stick, a corn dog (another deep fried delicacy), and a super huge diet Dr. Pepper. (Told you -- health kick.)
Deep fried bliss.
Kurt ponders the concept of the pizza "stick" and is weirded out by it.
So, I ate the pizza stick first. Next came the corn dog, which I also documented.
The fine art of the mustard-ketchup mixture.
And lastly, I present to you Exhibit A: evidence of good eatin'.
More grease, please.
I realized after reading this how deprived I have been all these years since I have never experienced the "pizza stick". In fact I did not even know such a thing existed. They are unheard of at Saltillo High. Since Dodges is right around the corner from my house, I most certainly will have to drop in and munch down on a "pizza stick"! I honestly thought I had consumed at one time or another all the most "unhealthy" foods around; however, I was wrong!
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ReplyDeletewe used to have these at the DG house. AND the chevron in starkville. mmmmmmmm.
ReplyDeletei love that you dined in the gas station. marty, you are one of my favorite people.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely I would have dined there with you. Daniel makes fun of me for having eaten Chester Fried Chicken in gas stations, and before marrying me, he was not familiar with the term "potato log." I mean, come on. It's totally a real term.
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