‘Not everything is friable,’ I said, staring at the chocolate reindeer in my friend’s hands.
‘Have you never heard of deep frying a mars bar?’
‘Is that even a thing.’
He picked up his mobile, and showed me a video. I couldn’t stop watching as it was covered in batter. As it lowered into the frothing fat, it looked like a warped version of a fish supper.
I had only moved to Scotland a few weeks ago, and was still getting used to the stacks of Iron Brew on the shelves. Now it was chocolate, deep fried, in a vat of cooking oil.
‘Even so, I’m pretty sure the chocolate will melt.’
His grin spread, and he dipped the reindeer in a light coating of batter. It lowered into the fryer. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bubbles. They were like little balls of lava from an active volcano.
As he pulled out the reindeer, there was nothing in the oil. I had to admit, as a first date, it was weird, but then I hadn’t been out with a chip shop manager before.
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