Cherry Poppers.
Let’s say you’re at a bar and you’re hungry for something that isn’t a complete meal, or as they call it, an “Appetizer”. As a general rule, I don’t eat something that is described as something that is going to activate my more hungry buttons. No, I am not trying to cheap out of the dinner menu, I’m just trying to half-satiate myself as I continue to get more drunk.
This is where Poppers come in.
Jalapeno Poppers are really a great go-to appetizer for your average beer drinking deep-fried food fan. I tend to fall into that category, but that doesn’t mean I don’t strive for something better. I want to make something better.
How?
I started with the base of the popper and that seemed to be cheese. I decided to scrap that idea and think that it was about jalapenos. The name gave me some hints at that. So now that I knew about the jalapenos, I could research the popper part. There must be something about a jalapeno that means you can popper it. It popped in my mind instantly. Poppers are small. Now that I have established what poppers should be, it was time to create what poppers could be.
Corn? Hamsters? Nope. Cherries.
Everyone loves popping a cherry. That’s why i’ve brought you my new deep fried Cherry Poppers. These are the first cherries that you can pop with your mouth. I guarantee you can’t pop a cherry with your mouth. Unless of course you’re popping one of my Cherry Poppers.
I’ll never forget my first time. Or any other time for that matter.
We’re working on a to go pack so that you can pop cherries wherever you want. We’re going to call them Travelin’ Wilcherries. Next time you wanna pop a cherry in your moms kitchen or in a gas station bathroom, we’ll have you covered.
Until next time, keep poppin’ them cherries.
September 22nd, 2008 at 2:45 am
That’s funny!! But I don’t know how you could put popping cherries and your mom’s kitchen together in your mind. You know what would be hilarious? Huh, do ya, do ya, fuck’in do ya? LOL!! If there was a restaurant that served things like that and other sexual sounding foods. Or maybe anything gross or improper to say, but it’s on the menu so it’s o.k. Like instead of a cheeseburger it’s called Meat Melt in My Mouth burger. Or in your case Meat Melt In My Mother’s Mouth Burger. It would be funny to see your date say it. I loved it when my parents divorced and my dad not able to cook would make Shit on a Shingle, when we’d visit. It’s toasted bread with hamburger gravy on it. It was fun to say “Pass me some more shit, please.”
September 22nd, 2008 at 10:15 pm
I think that Denny’s pretty much does this.
“Moons over my hammy”