Campfire to Kitchen

OK, folks. This is it. Time to go pro. Kurt + Amy have achieved the culinary equivalent of splitting the atom and it goes by the name of Deep Fried S'mores. No, no need to drop to your knees and kiss our feet; these treats are as simple as they are delicious and if it weren't for the fact that no one reads this blog we'd almost hesistate to publish such a fact. But you will need nothing more than marshmallows, chocolate pieces to stuff inside the aforementioned marshmallows, egg, crumbled graham crackers, and a little conviction to repeat what you're about to see in all its gooey glory. (And a little aural assistance from the Super Furry Animals never hurt anybody.) So sit back as we break in the new Kitchen Studio with your favorite campfire confection.

We'll save any fact-checkers out there 15 seconds of work: contrary to Eric's estimate, a Google search for "deep fried s'mores" yields a whopping 55,000 results.

Like two kids in a candy store

After a dinner at Caracas Arepa Bar and some beers at the most ironic bar west of the Williamsburg Bridge (whose jukebox, we concede, made up for the hipster overload -- those metallic loafers were ironic, no?) we found ourselves stricken with a fever that only two things could cure. And one of those things was deep-fried candy. So we grabbed some childhood favorites - Reese's cups, Snickers, Twix - and put our leftover breakfast to use. As Kurt mentions, the key to successful battering is to make sure your batter is at room temperature when it hits the oil and, as we learned here, keep the oil between 325 and 350 for optimal frying.

In the preceding video you heard us claim that Kurt + Amy's cuisine is no more unhealthy than what Paula Deen whips up every week. And while there's no pressing need to back up such a statement with just one single piece of hard evidence, I encourage you to take a peek at Paula's Candy Snack Cake which consists of a chocolate cake slathered in frosting made from confectioners' sugar, three Snickers bars, and a stick of butter. Paula then outdoes herself by jamming a final chocolatey nail into each triple-bypass-provoked coffin: an additional Snickers bar in each slice of cake. I gained two pounds just watching that episode. (I suspect that its absence from youtube is by FDA decree.)