Anymore I go to our county fair for the food. Who doesn't love deep fried everything?
The concessionaires had too much fun dipping their corndogs. Look closely. It was a vulgar display, for sure. But who can blame them? Everyone should play with their food.
The soft serve was my first stop. I got a cone of chocolate-vanilla swirl. Can't get it anywhere in town anymore, so that was a real treat.
Next up, Ian bought one or two 25 cent bags of gumdrops from the old general store display inside the museum. I could have stayed in there awhile, but it was small and others wanted in.
Then what? On to get my funnel cake. Betty said I should stop by the Kiwanis club booth, that they had a new funnel cake recipe that was great; I visited with her the previous day. And then returned on Wednesday for my funnel cake. But I wasn't in love with it. It was stringy. And pale. And once we finished and left out seat a guy took our table and I saw his funnel cake. It looked like swollen worms all golden brown, and THAT was the funnel cake I wanted, but didn't get.
Ian indulged in a corn dog from Kiwanis. Didn't offer me a bite.
Once we indulged or sweet and greasy tooths, we left the fair. I admire the entrepreneurial spirit of the folks who live adjacent to the fairgrounds. They offer folks parking spots in their yards for a few dollars, sell water to the thirsty, and also try their hand at deep-fried novelties.
We were deep-fried Oreo virgins. Not anymore. I can't recall how much Ian paid for such a delicacy, but it was high. Maybe $5 for 6 deep fried oreos. They weren't that hot once they were removed from the deep fryer. They were messy. We had confectioner's sugar spotting our clothes. Innards were slightly warmed. So, as a curiosity, I'd say try 'em. But don't make a habit of eating them, because there's no telling just how bad they are for you on many levels.
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