MOORHEAD, Minn. — If you've read my former weekly column "Friday 5," you can surmise a couple things about me, Emma Vatnsdal — I am obsessed with my dog, I own a house (with black stairs), I use humor to combat things that go wrong in my life and I. LOVE. TO. EAT. Recently, though, I have made a whole-hearted attempt to transform my 5-foot-3-inch, 200-plus pound physique into the stuff of supermodels. Or, you know, just healthier. Either one, really. Since the new year, I have become a bit more adventurous in the kitchen — creating meals that will fill me up but not cause me to weigh more than I already do — but I do miss my chicken nugs, french fries and nachos when I am stuck on what to make, and regardless of my sad attempts at bursting into the health and fitness world (ha!), I am and always will be a fried-food fanatic. But supposedly there's a way for me to get that sweet, sweet greasy goodness into my system in a way that is 1: faster, and 2: maybe a TAD les...