As luck would have it Josh got asked to the"Monster Mash" dance. The only thing ishis "date" got even LUCKIER. Her familydecided to go the Hawaii the same weekendas the dance. I mean, really? Is it evena choice? Josh or Hawaii?? I love my son,but I think even I would choose Hawaiiover him.
No offense.
So, I was asked to help heal his wounded
heart (which was really not feeling very
wounded) along with all his friends who
did not have the fortune of being asked
in the first place.
I was facebooked and emailed with a very
interesting Paula Deen "Deep Fried
Cheesecake" recipe. I thought "what the
heck?" I can make this, never have, but
willing to try. The boys were giddy with
joy. Or maybe they were giddy with
the prospect of the combination of sugar
and fat? Either way, I was game!
I started my morning on Friday makinga homemade graham cracker crust andhomemade cheesecake. Easy enough.
And done...my cheesecake cracked--whichI know means something--but it was going
to be cut up and deep friend so who cares?
To deep fry a cheesecake, start with
the "cake".
Then lay it on an eggroll size wontonsquare. (They are the 6" square size ones)
Top with chocolate chips-the boyschoose "milk" over "semi-sweet".Personally, had I been eating, I would've picked the "semi-sweet".
Roll up and line them up--let thempatiently wait for the grease to heat
to the right temperature.
After deep frying them, dump them in a bowl of powdered sugar, you know,
to make them even MORE unhealthy.
Top with whipped cream and chocolate sauce...what are a few
more calories at this point, right?
And eat. and eat. and eat.


Mitchell single handedly put away 6 of these bad boys. Josh and Conner
were ready to throw up after 2.
And Tanner (who came late) held
steady at 2 as well. With tears in their
eyes (of pain & misery at all that artery
clogging goodness) they assured me
if this was their "last meal" it was worth
their death.
Add a gallon of milk to survive. 
I cannot report on how these tasted, I'm
not eating treats, remember? Do I feel sad
I missed out? Not really. I am not a huge
fan of "deep fried" anything. And of
course, I mostly live to bring joy to others.
(ahem, sarcasm noted.)
The boys had us frying "Ho-Ho's" and
"Reeses Peanut Butter Cups" in
Egg Roll wrappers by the end of
the night. Heaven help us! (them, mostly!)
I asked Josh if anyone threw up (Mitchell!)
but he assured me they were all fine.
In fact, SO FINE, that the next night they
went to Mitchell's house so HIS mom (who
felt sorry none of them went to the dance)
made them a batch of home-made
donuts.
Some how I get the feeling these boys
made out like bandits--what do you
think?