Thursday, August 06, 2009
to be (at the) fair
I’ve only been to the Wisconsin State Fair once before. Nine years ago, my daughters had some commitment there and I tagged along. I was overwhelmed. Thinking that fairs were, well, small things – with maybe a few prize pies and pen of fat pigs – I wasn’t prepared for any of it.
But I have learned. Based on that one experience, I can say this much: fairs are really a composite of three things: animals, carnival rides and fried foods.
My daughters love all three.
(For latecomers to Ocean, my daughters are 28 and 24 years old. They're home for a vacation break.)
Animals, rides, food: I can deal with it. I can photograph animals, nibble on foods and say no thanks to every ride. If they beg, I'll cave on the Ferris Wheel. I can handle a slow descent.
We set out for the State Fair on this warm and partly sunny afternoon (the fair is in Milwaukee). Yes, yes, it is the opening day. We’re enthusiastic. We’re also swayed by such draws as discounted admission on the first day for those who bring food for pantries, collected by the Hunger Task Force.
I wont write more. It's past midnight and I am absolutely fried. Let me run you through our State Fair pictorially. Remember, you're here to see animals, rides, and (fried) foods. Blissfully consumed by two young women (with a supporting cast of other Fair attendees) who love all this stuff with a passion.
fried jalapeno cheddar
the Fair's signature dish: cream puffs
the finishing touches
let me tell you something: people are odd
the youngest Fair attendee?
waiting for the race of the pigs
shaving the goat legs
the ribbon for the "most attractive swine"
a break from the animal world
mama goat, nuzzling
one incarnation of a potato dish
another incarnation of a potato dish
State Fair means corn (I demonstrate the art of eating it)
daughters demonstrate the art of wolfing down deep friend mac and cheese
others show off a common State Fair dessert
fried dough tootsies are supremely popular
from each county: prize winning cows
and hens. and roosters.
don't forget about the rides: daughter in yellow dress laughs loudly
ultimately, though, the Wisconsin State Fair is about the cream puff.
But I have learned. Based on that one experience, I can say this much: fairs are really a composite of three things: animals, carnival rides and fried foods.
My daughters love all three.
(For latecomers to Ocean, my daughters are 28 and 24 years old. They're home for a vacation break.)
Animals, rides, food: I can deal with it. I can photograph animals, nibble on foods and say no thanks to every ride. If they beg, I'll cave on the Ferris Wheel. I can handle a slow descent.
We set out for the State Fair on this warm and partly sunny afternoon (the fair is in Milwaukee). Yes, yes, it is the opening day. We’re enthusiastic. We’re also swayed by such draws as discounted admission on the first day for those who bring food for pantries, collected by the Hunger Task Force.
I wont write more. It's past midnight and I am absolutely fried. Let me run you through our State Fair pictorially. Remember, you're here to see animals, rides, and (fried) foods. Blissfully consumed by two young women (with a supporting cast of other Fair attendees) who love all this stuff with a passion.
fried jalapeno cheddar
the Fair's signature dish: cream puffs
the finishing touches
let me tell you something: people are odd
the youngest Fair attendee?
waiting for the race of the pigs
shaving the goat legs
the ribbon for the "most attractive swine"
a break from the animal world
mama goat, nuzzling
one incarnation of a potato dish
another incarnation of a potato dish
State Fair means corn (I demonstrate the art of eating it)
daughters demonstrate the art of wolfing down deep friend mac and cheese
others show off a common State Fair dessert
fried dough tootsies are supremely popular
from each county: prize winning cows
and hens. and roosters.
don't forget about the rides: daughter in yellow dress laughs loudly
ultimately, though, the Wisconsin State Fair is about the cream puff.
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That is a very serious cream puff.
ReplyDeleteWonderful day, wonderful photos! I feel as if I was there with you.
I'm curious how the fried macaroni and cheese tasted. I just can't imagine.
ReplyDeleteAnd, people wonder about obesity in America...hmmm. Of course, a fair is about celebration and livestock, so perhaps I'm reading too much into all of those fried food pictures.
I used to go to the fair as a kid, always getting sunburned and always being amazed at some animal (whether in size, its behavior or just how their owners get them ready to be shown off to the judges). Thanks for the great post.
Wow. That's a little slice of Wisconsin right there. I can feel my arteries clogging as I peruse the photos.
ReplyDeleteSaturday's State Journal also noted that the fair featured "chocolate covered bacon on a stick." Now that's good eatin'.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos...as was yesterday's at Sundance. Heck, they're always great.
ReplyDeleteWhat great fun to be at the fair with you and your daughters! Thanks for this and all the other lovely posts!
ReplyDeleteAmy