FOOD. Because we all like to eat, especially this Fat Girl…sometimes a little too much. Since I love to eat, I have decided to try something new and give you a food adventure. Nope, this one is NOT healthy but sometimes vacations are not. So, I would love to hear your feedback on this post and if you want more in the future! The first fatastic (no that is not a spelling error..just say it out loud. Fat…tastic. Get it? Pretty sure it is a hashtag that should be used all the time #Fatastic!) adventure we shall take together is the one I recently went to in Austin, Texas. And boy howdy did my Seester, CallieBear and I eat while we were there. I take food seriously my friends so I don’t mess around and my Seester has inherited this family trait so we always find good places to stuff food in our gobs. So let’s talk about Austin and the food trucks.
Austin is a quirky city but truly it has the best food trucks. I guess they are a thing there because they were everywhere and a lot of them in permanent locations. And by permanent, I mean, they never leave there and some of them are attached to foundations or have their tires flattened. I have never seen so many in a few block radius as I did there. It was like a Fat Girl dream come true…a foodapalooza if you will. If you have never taken a chance at a food truck, you really are missing out. First of all, they usually offer things you will never find in a brick and mortar location and it will be amazing. The food trucks we stumbled upon were quite by accident. We needed dessert (who doesn’t) so we googled dessert places near our hotel and found a chocolate themed place that we decided to give a shot called Holy Cacao located in a cute little place called The South Austin Trailer Park & Eatery. We were super excited to see it was all food trucks and immediately perused the menu. We all decided on something called a cake shake. Ok…picture this…take a slice of your favorite cake and a scoop of ice cream in a blender and turn it on. Why have I never thought of this before? A thick delicious shake filled with cake and ice cream flavors came and we about had orgasms in our mouths over these. For real. They were that delicious. I couldn’t even finish mine because it was so rich…which is a shame. Maybe I should invent a pie shake…because pie. Always pie.
While we were enjoying our orgasmic cake shakes, we discovered a taco stand that was next to it that was hopping. We decided if it was that busy, it must be good. So we came back the next night to eat at Torchy’s Tacos because any mexican food served out of a food truck is something that is scrumdilicious. We all ordered different things and then shared because we don’t care if we share spit when it comes to food. I mean, it is food and we are all friends (or family) and again it is food. The tacos were divine and we ate so much we needed to be rolled back to the car. I mean…fried avocado taco? Salmon taco? Barbacoa tacos? This place had everything every type of Fat Girl could want including mexican street corn. I channeled my inner Mexican here and about did a salsa in my seat while I was eating.
The next morning, having not had enough food trucks, we decided to hit one last one we had heard about at the hotel called Gourdough’s Donuts…because donuts. Um…hello. You had me at donut. Who cares what kind. Oh but these donuts….holy deep fried donut heaven…best things I have had in oh I don’t know…FOREVER! I only wish they had them here because I would eat them every day. And watch my waistline expand…I might then become a gordough because they are so huge and so delicious that I cannot even begin to tell you. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about the ooey gooey fried bit of heaven that they are and how they need to be in my belly. We ordered three different ones so we could share (of course) and were handed these fresh fried delights topped with things like strawberries/whipped cream, cinnamon sugar/honey butter and last but not least cinnamon roll sugar/cream cheese icing. I am not joking when I say the sounds that occurred in my Seester’s car while we were eating could only be described as Fat Girl Piggie sounds of eating joy. I even decided it would be a good idea to drop some on my shirt so I could suck on it the whole car ride home and be in donut heaven. Don’t judge. Pretty sure I might have consumed my entire week’s worth of calories in one donut, but I didn’t care. I also might have taken an hour nap in the car afterwards because I was in a sugar coma.
I shoved so much food in my gob in a few days that I am surprised I could fit into the airplane seat on the way home and didn’t need a separate ticket for the donut alone. But, it was so worth it. A Fat Girl’s gotta eat, right? Or in my case…shove food into my gob and make happy pig sounds while I was eating. Yeah. That happened.
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did take you on the first Fatastic Food Adventure but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl making happy pig sounds as I eat and doing a salsa in my chair Running. The experiment continues…