Some say it's love, some say it's a puppy, but I think Kerry's Mom's deep fryer is the gift that keeps on giving. Combinations thereof, although thought-provoking, seem ill-advised. (If you are not familiar with the history of the beloved deep fryer, please refer to Zen and the Art of Deep Frying: Part I.)

    When post-Easter hit, knowing that Easter candy oft equals hilarity, I ran out and stocked up on said seasonal sugary staples. Although the stage of history may remember me as a Peeps man, they are gross. Although that doesn't stop me from eating a few every year and arbitarily forcing them by the dozens into my close friends' reluctant digestive systems, the fact remains. In the deepest cockles of my heart (ha ha, cockles) my love belongs to the Cadbury Cream Egg. I exercised restraint and only purchased two dozen. And although it's hard to improve on perfection, how could I not try.

    Lookin' good. The cream egg is surprisingly taken to deep frying. I soon attempted to eat it. Bad idea. I should emphasize now that these things require ample time to cool. I bit into my deep-fry enhanced goody only to discover an eruption of searing hot Cadbury Cream Egg Whites that quickly adheared to my extremities and scalded me like some sort of delicious, delicious napalm. After giving the egg time to cool, results improved appreciably.

    Man, just look at that deliciousness right there. I could . . . eat it. Which I did. But come on, like half of you haven't already set that as your wallpaper. In short, when not hot enough to be used as a weapon, a Deep-Fried Cream Egg is a treat for the mouth and the eyes.

    Well, with that culinary/small arms breakthrough behind us, Kerry and I moved on to the signature Easter candy of ericisgreat.com, the Marshmellow Peep. From the way Mr. Peep is taking to that bowl of batter, it looks like we already have a winner. Oh, or maybe not.

    We had to abort soon after this one hit the oil. The fragile nature of marshmellow could not withstand such extreme frying. Even after a quick removal, the Peep was irreversibly damaged (but looked kinda cool). And now for something completely different:

RAMEN!!

    The Top Ramen pictured above was already deep-fried, a process which browned it rather uneventfully. My brother, pictured here with a blue tongue fscking a bear, insisted that we sucked for not batter dipping it in the first place. Okay, so he was right.

    Problem solved. The process went through without a hitch. Kerry pointed out that the end result (pictured below) beared a strong resemblence to an anthropomorphic sea sponge.

       

Kerry eats it . . .

. . . shockingly unphased.

The dog looks at it . . .

. . . and refuses.

    Food for thought, no?