Yesterday Casey and I left our apartment with the intention of heading to Barnes and Noble to enlighten our minds and become more knowledgeable human beings. Before we got there (it's two blocks away), we stumbled upon the 3 Avenue Community Benefit Festival: over 20 blocks that had been shut down and devoted to local merchants selling everything from trinkets, clothing, and old New Yorker covers to homemade brownies, sham-wows, and, of course, fried food. There were an assortment of foods that weren't deep fried as well, such as grilled corn on the cob, and... well, I didn't take much notice of the foods that weren't fried. I was lost in a sea of fried calamari, gyros, corn dogs, falafel, funnel cakes, cheese steaks, sweet potato fries, kabobs, and yes, one vendor was even selling fried Oreos. Here are a few shots from the day:
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| All things fried |
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| 20 blocks is a bit too much for some pooches |
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| Casey settled on a "Mexican Hot Dog" |
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| Eagerly waiting while the dog is on the grill |
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| Loaded! Jalapenos, salsa, tabasco sauce, and a sprinkling of shredded cheese |
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| FRIED OREOS! |
This was all good and everything. However, the merchant who most quickly caught my gaze was selling something I had never heard of before: the Mozzarepa. According to their signage, the Mozzarepa is "fresh mozzarella cheese stuffed in sweet tender cornbread, grilled (in butter) to perfection." Holy smokes, people, this had to be tried. And let me tell you, it did not disappoint. I could feel my blood turning a creamy white color as the fat coursed through my veins, but in that moment, it was all okay. I know what you're wondering... How can I get my hands on one of these?? The good news is
I found their website. The bad news is that it's under construction. BUT, the good news is I'm pretty sure that if one were so inclined, one could make a Mozzarepa at home without much difficulty.
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| In all of its glory |
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| Probably a little too excited about this... |
We did eventually make it to Barnes and Noble, but I'm not sure how much material I retained as most of my thoughts were consumed with the glory of the street fair. I'm glad these don't happen that often, or else I'd need to find a good cardiologist!
