Internet Cafes and Fried Pickles

We do not have an Internet connection at the lake.  We never needed one.  Besides, when you have the opportunity to float and drink adult beverages all day actively swim and participate in water sports in 90+ degree weather it's best not to have connection to the outside world. Without our own dial up mom and I had to get creative when trying to log on. 

Most of the time (92.7%) we sit at the end of the driveway in a makeshift "cafe" that my dad rigs up for us.  He brings two plastic chairs to the end of the road and plugs in an extension cord so we can keep our laptops charged and use the Internet from across the street (thanks Randy and Star for letting us hack into your system).  Having a little difficulty picturing it?  I'm happy to help...

Although the above setup is ideal, occasionally it is too hot or the bugs are biting too hard that we have to revert to option two.  McDonald's.  Yes, it's true.  We pack up our computer bags and drive the six long miles to McDonald's to use the free wi-fi without purchasing even a beverage. 

This past Friday night was a McDonald's wi-fi kind of night.  For good reason, it's best that these happen less often. 

Mom, per usual, found a recipe on pinterest she was dying to try.  Neither one of us had a pen, so she set off to the car to find one to scribble down the recipe.  Out of the corner of my eye I see this man fly out of the fine dining establishment toward his car while pressing what I presume to be the panic button.  Long and behold, my precious mother was searching for a pen in a car that did not belong to us.  When he approached her to ask what she was doing, with complete certainty she responded "looking for a pen" only to be informed that she was in the wrong car.  A burst of laughter came out of her mouth immediately and only in the south, after breaking into someones vehicle, can you still get away with telling them that they "should probably start locking their doors" before turning around and walking away. 

Because of her great efforts, we were able to nibble on the most scrumptious fried pickles I've ever had.  Apparently it's the Hooter's recipe, which in turn is why the men in the house thought they "tasted so familiar." 



Feel free to copy the recipe for yourself.  If you love a little spice and tang you won't regret it but be sure to invite me over when you pop them into the frier.