This afternoon, a pleasant one with thin high clouds, we figured we might as well start deep-frying these things. The process of finishing off the hands was pretty noxious, but yielded some truly off-putting objects. The lovely golden hue that a well-fried item acquires is evident here in these photos: the effect on the appetite is a sort of push-me-pull-you of enticement and vague horror. The meat of the hands is pink and firm. It looks almost raw under the thin coat of breading. The skin has cracked and drawn back, thin and black and crackling. In a certain light, these look pretty good.
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