tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45408359185424016992011-07-28T23:37:17.988-07:00Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-32674142147303909932010-08-08T09:54:00.001-07:002010-08-08T09:54:10.973-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>So it's been a great but looong weekend at the Sutton Fair. When not busy we have taken to deep frying whatever we can get our hands on. It all started a month ago while having lunch with John and Darren. They told me about the vast possibilities in the carnival food. This week we have added deep fried mars bars to our menu. They have done very well. We have sold 300 so far. But perhaps the most fun is the testing of new potential products. So far we have tried deep fried cherries, oranges, oreos, sour candy, bananas, and peaches. Peaches taste like peach pie and people have been paying $4 for a half peach fried with ice cream on the side. Not all of them have been winners though. Try as I may, deep fried smores got the better of me. I can't figure how to keep em together in the fryer. That said, come on out to Sutton for Some deep fried goodness, its good and its good for you! <br />Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/lets-play-what-tastes-good-deep-fried">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-3267414214730390993?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-69218100366981429632009-11-21T21:24:00.001-08:002009-11-21T21:24:48.935-08:00<a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/9iblb8lK0zgTOPTY7n3OKHKzdru9PUiTmF14nwFHdLQW59ZXXoIe6pLb4rAw/IMG00135-20091122-0014.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/ua7EX0wgdTr0ELrs18gfky5ZrSBtyQeHDlK0odJ4a9chTcD6pIqaOUARjCS5/IMG00135-20091122-0014.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="375"/></a> <p>I'm old. I am out for a drink with a couple of friends in Barrie. As I sit here sipping my extremely girlie cooler. I look around and realize I am one of the oldest in the room. There was a time not so long ago when I would be on the younger end of the demo. Now its 12, I'm old and I feel like the old creepy guy at the bar, I find the music too loud and I wish this place had booths. Oh where did cool Martin go? <br />Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/im-old">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-6921810036698142963?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-33291909173014753312009-11-19T15:54:00.001-08:002009-11-19T15:54:03.853-08:00<a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/aFGJy4rmPZaQZcwvfwgJ7zATb5vdtfEWzMeYkg0p6UgeG1txSGbQiJsxujI1/IMG00133-20091118-0929.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/G1EJnXdH3CyxK67qD0OlfNiuBSUIiqaXLNbE6XTnOR34pUDqZ5ZF7YFfsJf3/IMG00133-20091118-0929.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <p>Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/dear-csi-i-believe-santa-shot-them">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-3329190917301475331?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-64064625622041325872009-11-17T11:58:00.001-08:002009-11-17T11:58:55.128-08:00<a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/B1HSbKb4sYaTSYKqCdVli9b7s7AlNa1DNoJTK8hcieXian46NyA0oS9eijGI/IMG00132-20091115-1541.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/OtwfS2NNIJpxodxv3JbbFwOzsQz86amMJed8syEMEiDhA0TwAqu1GUoHHBB1/IMG00132-20091115-1541.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <p>Gotta love health food. Just one of the many products I peddle for the good folks at Zehrs. <p /> <br />Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/does-your-bowel-have-a-buddy">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-6406462562204132587?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-72632812075463857692009-10-08T07:37:00.001-07:002009-10-08T07:37:18.263-07:00<a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/eybbuH2QxIXAq7IcVBSXc98ZeiAU9o97Mt2tKDDeF5SJvQxwEdzmgacwMM1w/IMG00120-20091008-1031.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/confessionsofastreetmeatvendor/SD7IIuoqheWPVNUyKlwqn3PNGL4N9q5IJUZkkCUDI3cZkW4PivfBMVAAg6o1/IMG00120-20091008-1031.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <p>Seriously who needs three pairs of glasses at one time <p /> <p /> <p /> Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry</p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/the-costco-of-glasses">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-7263281207546385769?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540835918542401699.post-89673334503994214612009-09-25T17:40:00.001-07:002009-09-25T17:40:10.097-07:00I am calling it quits for the season in terms of cooking the sausages. All summer long I have been keeping notes on some of the wacky things I actually overheard while cooking for people. Its as if I wasn't there. (please note I haven't made up any of these. They were all actually said) <p /> <br />-we don't have a cl for the component yet <p /> <br />-its bigger than you realize, cuz the pants are holding it in. <p /> <br />-i think my room mate stabbed someone. <br />-I don't need the whole world to sEe. I love him and he loves me and that's good enough for me, you know? <p /> <br />-we are sick of that bathroom. <br />-i had to get me shades back on (irish accent) shaaades! (sung like an 80s rocker) <p /> <br />-youve got stuff to set up. Got a tent to set up. Get the clowns up and ready <p /> <br />-she drives a friggin crotch rocket, zoom zoom (motor bike sounds) <p /> <br />-P1-What are we gonna do with all these kids? P2-hog tie them... I've got an attic! P1-we can play spin the bottle <p /> <br />More to come. <p /> Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://confessionsofastreetmeatvendor.posterous.com/overheard-on-the-cart">confessionsofastreetmeatvendor's posterous</a> </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540835918542401699-8967333450399421461?l=streetmeatconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Chiarotnoreply@blogger.com0