I Can Kill You With My Brain

I tried an official Wisconsin State Fair Cream Puff this morning for the first time in my life.  I’ve already taken heat from coworkers for being a Wisconsin resident my entire life and not having a cream puff until my 32nd year.  I’ll probably take mroe heat tomorrow when it comes out that I really didn’t enjoy it.  It did almost nothing for me.  It wasn’t bad, but I didn’t find it necessarily good, either.  The bottom line is I can’t picture myself ever wanting one again.

In my defense, I’ve never been a big fan of cream.  I scrape most of the cream off of ice cream sundaes when I have them.  I only add a little bit of whipped cream to my piece of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.  I’ve had the Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino at Starbucks both with and without cream on top and I know now that I do prefer it without the cream.

I’m just not a cream kind of guy, so it should come as no surprise that a desert that’s composed of a little bit of puff with a whole lot of cream would not appeal to me.  But, I still tried one, even though I didn’t have the highest of hopes.  I figured as a life-long Wisconsinite, it was my duty to at least try one.  Even though I didn’t enjoy it, I can at least say that I’ve had one.