October 17, 2005
Confessions of a corn dog addict
When I was in sixth grade, I use to come home from school, plop down on the floor in front of the TV and eat one to two frozen corn dogs (microwaved to golden perfection of course). The ritual continued for many months, and I'm sure there were days when I downed three of the delicious batter-covered dog treasures on a stick. By the time I got to eight grade, my corn dog cravings has subsided but had left their mark on my waist line. Not to be overcome by the lingering affects of one to many after-school corn dogs, I dropped some weight in high school through athletics. Fuled by the classic need to being "cool" in high school, I watched my diet and safely made it through my four years as being "semi-cool" (oh, the drama!).
In college I ate nearly a one corn dog, all but forgetting my middle school addiction. Yes, the NC State Fair and other such events brought me close to this perfectly contained and easily eaten food, but I avoided the corn dog's seductive powers (although I was easily taken over by elephant ears and candy apples). My corn dog addiction of long ago was gone with my youth; I was free!
But I have underestimated the power of the corn dog. Yes, my fierce addiction over a decade old has returned. When did I fall you ask? The Little Princess diner in Cherokee, NC. My boyfriend and I stopped into this quaint little diner and the bottom of the Smokey Mountains last weekend. As we sat down began flipping through our menus, I noticed they had corn dogs, and for cheap! (The other great quality about a corn dog is that you can typically get one for around two dollars). Almost on a whim, I ordered the corn dog (with fries) and a coke - such a classic meal! When the waitress brought our lunch, and I sank my pearly whites into the corn dog, I thought I was in heaven! How delicious the batter! How wonderful the dog! How much fun it is to eat something that is actually prepared and served on a stick!
The lunch at Little Princess led to a stop at a roadside grocery store the following day in Bryson City. As my boyfriend and I stopped in to get some supplies for dinner that night, there before me at the checkout register was a display of hot, fresh corn dogs. I didn't feel so bad when my boyfriend ordered an egg roll as well. The two corn dogs I ate in the mountains were delicious, and I think I can safetly say that the Smokey Mountains are home to some of the best corn dogs.
Salivating from the memory of corn dogs in the mountains, I practically forced my boyfriend to drive me around town yesterday in search of a corn dog! Our first succcess was at Cook-Out. The corn dog was small, and a little charred, so I wasn't that satisfied. The next few stops to Dairy Queen, Goodberry's and Capi's proved unsuccessful. Finally, after a long journey to Holly Springs, we stopped at Sonic where I proceed to eat a second corn dog. Crazy you ask? Maybe a little. But you only live once. Hopefully I can keep my addiction in tact (and my waist line) this time. I plan to go jogging tomorrow morning - can corn dogs be considered the new energy bar?
Posted by Melanie at October 17, 2005 05:15 PM
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Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Amanda Avery at December 2, 2005 02:20 PM
