A few months ago I was lucky enough to be able to attend my first ever Royal Easter Show in Sydney. It was a day full of fun and surprises in many ways. I didn't notice the sign as we walked past. Luckily my sister has eagle eyes for such things. I was drawn like a moth to a flame.
I had to look
And then I knew I had to do it. I had to buy one. I expected it to be awful (let's face it most food at the show is). I was fully prepared to throw away both the deep fried cheesecake and my $8. And for reasons I still don't understand I asked for the chocolate instead of the strawberry.
And it does look like a heart attack on a (plastic) plate. But you know what it wasn't too bad! I'm no world authority on inappropriately deep fried delicacies, but I'm certainly thinking of adding this as a subspecialty interest. I've only ever had a deep fried Moro bar in New Zealand (which was awful). This deep fried cheesecake was actually much better than I was expecting. Edible even.
I think it was a bit of frozen Sara Lee cheesecake in another life before being dunked in quite a sweet batter for its deep frying adventure.