15 Pokémon I Would Eat, Starting With Fidough
![Fidough!](https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fill,f_auto,fl_progressive,g_center,h_80,pg_1,q_80,w_80/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 80w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_140/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 140w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_265/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 265w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_340/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 340w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_490/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 490w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_645/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 645w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_740/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 740w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_965/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 965w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1165/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1165w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1315/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1315w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1465/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1465w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1600/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1600w)
I have been called many things for this list. A monster. A war criminal. Emotionally stunted. Cursed. A few of those things may be true, but the fact remains that I would eat a Fidough after it had been fried up like a funnel cake and dusted in powdered sugar. I do not regret my decision, but I do regret telling my editor, who has asked me to record my criminal acts to the blogosphere for posterity.
![Fidough!](https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fill,f_auto,fl_progressive,g_center,h_80,pg_1,q_80,w_80/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 80w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_140/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 140w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_265/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 265w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_340/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 340w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_490/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 490w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_645/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 645w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_740/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 740w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_965/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 965w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1165/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1165w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1315/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1315w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1465/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1465w, https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/c_fit,f_auto,g_center,pg_1,q_60,w_1600/c2ff5a633510bb70c4e57fbd57269567.png 1600w)
I have been called many things for this list. A monster. A war criminal. Emotionally stunted. Cursed. A few of those things may be true, but the fact remains that I would eat a Fidough after it had been fried up like a funnel cake and dusted in powdered sugar. I do not regret my decision, but I do regret telling my editor, who has asked me to record my criminal acts to the blogosphere for posterity.