Aislinn the Albino Bean

The Albino Bean and Martini in:
“The Quest for the deep fried Twinkie”

Hmmm, lets see... what have I been up to?
That’s a good question. I wish I had an answer. El tiempo se me esta escurriendo entre los dedos, y ni sé que es lo que he hecho.
En parte, sigo como en trance por el trabajo... but in a very detached way. Me he hecho el propósito de no estresarme tanto por un trabajillo que voy a dejar en un mes. What’s the point, really?
It’s back to the simple pleasures in life. I’m drinking coffee again. Rediscovering albums that I love. Writing with a pad and pencil...
And with that in mind, I decided to go to the San Diego County Fair this weekend.
Good wholesome fun with Martini.
The first thing we did was walk through the little Dr. Seuss exhibit... eso solo sirvió para demostrar que soy una ridícula sentimental en cuanto a todas las cosas de mi niñez. Ah nostalgia...
Bueno, después de eso compramos una bolsa de kettle corn recién hecho porque Martini nunca lo había probado.
The Fair is all about the food, and I would say that it’s a pretty safe assumption that about three quarters of it is what I like to call “deep fried goodness”. Martha was in awe.

Ash: Y espérate a que veas el “Deep Fried Twinkie”
Martini: Naaah, I don’t believe you. Why would someone deep-fry a Twinkie? It’s preposterous.
Ash: Just wait and see.

Anduvimos por toda la feria, viendo diferentes exhibiciones, subiéndonos a juegos, tratando de ganar monitos de peluche... pero todo el tiempo yo estuve escanenado los puestos de chuchulucos, to find the illusive “Deep Fried Twinkie”

Pasaron 7 horas de diversión en la feria y Martha empezó a creer que le había mentido... that the deep fried treasure we had sought, was in fact a figment of my imagination.
Yo misma empecé a dudar... did I dream up this little piece of White Trash Heaven?

I hung my head in shame and started the long walk toward the car... I looked up to the heavens to cry out “Why God? Why would you give us the Deep Fried Twinkie, only to take it away?”... But my cries where stifled by a gasp. With my trembling hand over my mouth, I pointed to a little yellow shack that had a line of people a mile long.
“Martha look!!!!”
There... between to the Barbequed Turkey Leg place and the Swifty Swine Pig Races was a modest little sing with bold letters forming the words “Fried Twinkie”.
We rushed over.
To our surprise there was not only a Twinkie, but a deep fried Snikers and Oreo as well.
After all that time looking for it, we hadn’t really discussed what we would do when we actually found it. With perplexed looks on our faces, we just stood there and stared at the people that were ordering.
I guess, after all this time, we just wanted to get a look at one, to satisfy our curiosity... because with no paramedic in the immediate vicinity, it would have been a bad idea to even take a bite of one.
Finally, a man took his deep fried Twinkie (covered in powdered sugar, I might add) and ventured off into the crowd.

"Will he actually eat it?!!!"

Desperate to know, we followed him. We witnessed his first bite... and what we saw next, I will not say... that’s between me, Martha and the Twinkie; but our quest was fulfilled having at least gotten a glimpse of the Deep Fried Twinkie, king of the San Diego County Fair.