It's that time of year again, where out of a sense of joy and wonder, or simply a feeling of obligation, thousands flock to...
Our first stop was the Dairy building for some chocolate milk,
and to see the butter sculpture. However, our view of this...
was very quickly eclipsed by our view of this...
|Extra points for the Mother Mullet, even though the party in the back is fairly tame.|
Sadly, we could not find the mullet count board this year, so here is a look at last year's...
|This was day six out of twelve.|
Moving on to the Horticulture building where we got our honey samples and maple cotton candy taste on. I am always in awe of the competitions that take place.
Not sure if this was an award winning Truffula tree, or if it was inhabited by Whos, but it was Seusstastical either way!
I was able to resist this invitation at 11:00 a.m.
The questionable spelling made us ponder what sort of MEEAT they used.
Moving on to the animal buildings where covering our noses to block some of the smell wasn't our only display of maturity. We seriously watched him nearly trip over that thing...
|Lady, eyes up here|
I pretended not to consider the possibility that the goat's head was really stuck, but the woman behind me seemed troubled by our lack of concern.
hoping waiting for this Angora to go all killer rabbit on the guy hacking trimming his hair.
Oh yes, the moment someone was waiting for...
Chocolate covered bacon was a hit (with those who tried it anyway).
Decent reviews for the Porkabello Kabob (gouda stuffed mushrooms wrapped in bacon on a stick).
But alas, the moment he was really waiting for...the Kahuna Dog!
|Reports were that the maple glaze really complimented the bacon wrapped hot dog on a doughnut.|
Sadly, I was feeling a bit under the weather, so didn't take any risks with Fair fare. My treat consumption was limited to applesauce, one bite of fried dough and a dinner roll, which is why there are no first hand accounts of euphoric tastebuds. The candy apple I brought home was yummy though.
The boy actually returned to the Fair two more times, leading me to wonder if he really was my son, but the pictures he took reassured me (*sniff*, so proud). Maybe I can get him to share his Fair!