Last night, Amber — one of my friends, down the hall, Jeremy’s fiance, do try to keep up here — declared that we should come along with them to a county fair, and my wife and I shrugged and said sure. Mostly because we haven’t been to very many fairs.
It was less of a hillbilly affair than we had previously seen, in Nevada. Plenty of hillbillies here, but they were nice and amiable folks. In Nevada, they’re all spoiling for a fight.
Jeremy indicated a snack food that was the FINEST THING EVER MADE, and so I found myself eating deep-fried cheese curds. They were quite good, they were sort of like mozzerella sticks…except cheesier, and with less breading. Look, it’s deep-fried cheese curds, that’s the end of it. Mostly, at the end of eating them, I could feel my heart going “Eeep…whatever I did to you, I’m sorry…please get these out of my valves.”
I also had mini-donuts, deep fried. And a corn dog, probably deep fried.
You could live in fair food, but not for very long at all.
I was also Spoken To for having never had cotton candy before. This happens a lot to me, between my wife, Jeremy and Amber. There are many things I’ve never tried (fair enough, they’d never had Jambalaya before me…and there is a wealth of food, like Shepard’s Pie, that they still haven’t had). So Jeremy and Amber bought a big bag of multi-colored cotton candy, after yelling at me for not having had it before. And then they made me eat it.
It was sort of like eating the insulation that they put in your attic. Dipped in sugar syrup.
And this entry would have been much longer, had the phone not gone off. And so now, I must run. More later. Honest.