A Review of the State Fair’s Deep Fried Cream Cheese Worm Balls



Deep-fried Twinkies? How 2007. At the 2014 Maryland State Fair, you can get deep-fried Berger cookies… or deep-fried cream cheese larva balls. Yes, larva as in edible worms. “By the time you’re 30, you’ve already eaten 20 bugs in your sleep anyway,” Brian Shenkman, the dish’s creator, told Baltimore Magazine. Hmmm.

Hearing about the deep-fried cream cheese worm balls put me in an odd position. I really, really wanted to know what they tasted like, but I also really, really didn’t want to eat them. Lucky for me, Baltimore Fishbowl correspondent Justin Getka is a man of adventurous tastes. He went to the fair last night, ate the worms, and lived to tell the tale. This is his report:

WORMS at Metro Gallery


Baltimore, as we all know, is brimming with talent.  Our beloved Ravens are enroute to New Orleans to claim their title as Superbowl champions in two weeks.  We’ve produced legends such as Dan Deacon, John Waters, and Michael Phelps, to name just a few.  Our creative scene is bursting at the seams, and there are endless opportunities to absorb the wonders produced by our artists.

WORMS is precisely one of those opportunities.  Area writers come out for a night of readings on a predetermined Tuesday of the month, September through May.  This month will highlight work by Timmy Reed, Dave Beaudouin, Kate Greenstreet, and Lesser Gonzalez Alvarez.  Hosted by Wham City‘s (and the Baltimore Fishbowl’s!) very own RM O’Brien, the night should be full of fresh and promising work, and some of that great talent we know resides within our rowhomes.

The Baltimore Lit Parade for October: Three Troubled Policemen, “13 Girls,” and van den Berg’s Scary-Good Book Deal


Just in time for Halloween, the second installment of writer Joseph Martin’s column features bloody true-crime fiction by local authors, WORMS, and more frightfully cool lit scene news.

Much as we tend to play up our Hon Blievers, Book Things, and park-laden, neurosis-free psyche, few towns teem with morbid curiosity quite like Charm City.  From Mr. Poe’s C. Auguste Dupin and Dashiell Hammett’s Sam Spade up through David Simon’s “The Wire” cast and The Sun’s exquisite police blotter, Baltimore has long produced fictive body exhumers and, perhaps more, an audience smitten with the dusty, matchlit corners of criminal activity.  White flight, abandoned neighborhoods, and a lately discarded status as America’s murder capital underpin residents’ understanding of home; unsurprisingly, a rabid local market exists for true crime and its clinical, fact-bearing explication. Building on its author’s near-decade in the local police department, Michael A. Wood, Jr.’s Eliot (self-published) honors that curiosity, hitting very Baltimorean forensic notes even as it serves up a shaggy genre thriller.