Getting the Scottish Experience

I ate this tonight:
That would be a deep-fat-fried Mars Bar. And it was amazingly delicious. Though I feel like I might die.

I went out with the missionaries to help them teach a girl about my age from Malta tonight. She lives in one of the postgraduate housing schemes that I opted out of, so it was interesting to see where I could've lived. Glad I'm living where I am, frankly. But anyway, later at night the buses back into Stirling town center only come once an hour. And we missed the bus by like 20 minutes. So it was either just walk back or try to tract for 40 minutes within Lyon Crescent, at 8pm. I'm glad they wanted to walk back, too. We got talking about the different areas they've served and the things they've tried. When both elders found out I hadn't had a deep fried Mars Bar, they decided I just had to. So we went to the chippy just down the hill from my flat, but to no avail. They told us that there was a chippy further on down the street that sold them though, so off we went. It was right near their flat, so it was on their way back anyway (I basically told them I was getting one no matter what . . . lol. It sounded good!) I bought us each one, and let me tell you, a couple of bites would be plenty.

A Mars Bar is a lot like a Milky Way. Although it's a little richer, with a little more caramel in it. The frying kind of adds a sweet/salty mix to it (though ours did smell a little like fish). It's hot, because it just came out of the fat, and the bar melts as you eat it. Oh my gosh, it tastes incredibly good. Seriously, it sounds kind of disgusting, but best thing. Now, I don't think I could eat them on even a semi-regular basis, but for a very special treat, sure! The next one I have might be when the parents and B&J come out next summer to visit. Elder Larsen said it was probably the last one of his mission, and he's still got a ways to go! They are extremely rich.

Last time I was in Scotland, I had a fried hamburger. And now a fried Mars Bar. I heard that they fry pizzas. I think I'm going to have to do a lot of jogging before I can even think about tackling that one . . . .

Here's a guy eating a Mars Bar - not loving it as much, though.