Americans, you must reveal your secrets. This weekend is what you call "Memorial Day". We do not have anything like this in Canada - of course, you don't have Victoria Day nor Family Day, but that's another blog post all together. Now, Memorial Day confuses the heck out of me. From my research (which consists of TV commericals and Target flyers), this weekend is sort of a bastardization of July 4th and Thanksgiving. There's fireworks involved, and you basically eat yourself into a coma. But, instead of turkey, you consume two food groups: BBQ and deep fried things.
Sorry about these sweeping generalizations, America, but just roll with it. And be honest. You do eat a lot of BBQ. And, Jesus H Christ, do you ever like to deep fry things. I can't partake in a lot of your mystical grilled food - the majority of that is meat and/or things stacked upon meat. Deep frying things, I have to admit, have never been chummy with me either. To be frank, I'm seriously scared of the stuff. Oil hot enough to burn your face off? No thanks. I the type of baker who spills everywhere - do you think I'm really stupid enough to fool around with potential disfigurement?
