As a Preface to this blog, I will explain what the Fun Dollar is. In our CLT department, we have an ongoing contest to see who can eat the grossest thing possible. If said Zapponian can accomplish said consumption goal, they are awarded the Fun Dollar. I've seen quite a few gross combos in my day, but this is up there. Proceed, sir.
I awoke today unaware of the glory that awaited me. As I sat at my desk with the aroma of guac floating in behind me, I was greeted by Scotty to my right offering a chocolate frosted donut. Now most would think that this aroma and this sight would not mix, but for far too long have we separated Pennsylvania Dutch pastries from Mexican dips. Here I sat on the precipice of cultural mixing, and I decided that today should be the day that we finally shatter these walls and reveal the delicious truth that comes from adventurous eating. And, so, with a dream of uniting desserts and dip, I smeared a healthy serving of guacamole upon my donut and chomped down in to an explosion of flavors that lit up the tasting part of my brain like the 4th of July. No more will I be constrained by the boundaries of fascist eating. I am free, my friends. Join me! Join me!
We don't get it either.
