Maybe they should just put cardiac stents into every newborn in Texas.

The whole "weird deep-fried stuff" fad is sorta gross to me. I actually tried deep-fried dill pickles earlier this year... not bad at first, and then I was like, "Good grief, this is a FRIED DILL PICKLE." Ugh.

Frickles have a long and glorious history in the South, BP. At least I think so... I remember eating them nigh on 20 years ago at my pappy's in Atlanta.

This was my first encounter with 'em, sciurus, and probably last. Fried bananas, now, are a longtime favorite (but hard to find here in the big city- I used to eat them up in Dahlonega).

I thought when you fried coke it was called "free-basing"?

I'm holding out for deep-fried lard.

True story: When I worked in my college's cafeteria we used to sometimes deep fry bacon when we needed a lot of it very quickly. It worked and it was the 70s, so no one cared about the fat.

In Scotland if you order pizza in a chip shop they take a wedge of pizza out of the freezer, unwrap it, dip it in batter and deep fry it. And to follow, is deep-fried Mars Bar or Snickers.

I've had the fried candy bars and the fried twinkies and they were both great. I didn't have the fried pickle since I don't like pickles.

I'm only a marginal coca-cola fan, but I'd give this a shot.

Jan, why do I think the life expectancy of Scots is lower than the rest of the UK?

I remember visiting Aberdeen a couple of summers ago. In most city centres in England you'll find fruit stalls selling apples, pears, bananas, plus seasonal fruits during the summer. I scoured Aberdeen high and low and the only place in the whole of the city centre that sold fruit was the Food Hall of Marks & Spencer.

One day I wanted a bottle of water. I went into a newsagents (near Pittodrie, the home of Aberdeen FC). Now in English newsagents, there's always a big glass-doored fridge filled with Cokes, juice, water, etc.

I looked around. No fridge. I asked the man behind the counter if they sold water. He looked at me like I was from another planet. "Watter? Nae, we dinna sell watter. We dae sell drenks" and he gestured behind him where, floor to ceiling, were shelves of Irn Bru, Tennants Super and Buckfast.

I walked into town and bought some water in Boots the Chemist.

In Chattanooga, you can find a bar called The Pickle Barrel. It's located on the narrow end of a pseudo-Flatiron building. And let me tell you ... there are few things better than a battered and deep-fried pickle spear with your beer of choice. Taaaaaasty.

I've made fried oreos before, for my grown son. Ohhhh, those things are addictive. And like lead.

Has anyone had fried milk? Yum!