Our 4th and final trip to the fair on Day 11 (final day) went a little late and ended with a final (unsuccessful) push to kill a keg at The Micro. So, I never got around to posting that final round-up. But now that the food has all digested, it’s time to say goodbye. And that’s ok. That much fairing does something to a man. Things that take a while to undo. I’ll be Cravin D. Cream Puff for weeks yet, and I still long for all my food to be fried and on a stick; but alas, that lifestyle is unsustainable and it’s time to get back to my normal only slightly unhealthy ways.
- The milk house was closed pretty early on Sunday. We were pretty devastated. Back at home We’ve be going through gallons of milk at breakneck speeds but it never tastes quite as milky as it does at the fair.
- The crowd was something on Sunday. Not sure where they though they were but I’ would’ve like to let them know that it was still the fair – the place with barn animals, gut busting food, and as-seen-on-tv miracles, amongst other wonders. So, there is absolutely no reason anyone needs to see your midsection and even less reason (if possible) anyone needs to see your butt. Most of you have no business showing those features off in the first place, and even if you do, it’s really not the correct venue.
- Among the numbers summing up the fair:
- 10,000 Chicken-n-Waffle Cones – And this was my favorite new food of the fair proving you don’t have to deep fry the entire entrée for me to love it! Well done.
- 400,678 Original Cream Puffs – We bought our 6 pack!
- 1,030,881 people went through the gates – we were good for 11 of that total, or 0.001%. In spirit and food consumption I think we were more like 10% though.
- Well done by the Milwaukee Bucks (don’t hear that phrase everyday) for keeping the Milk House going after Herb calling it quits. They had the 2 new flavors this year too – which was a nice change of pace.
And here’s a few loose ends to wrap up the 2014 State Fair:
I was leery of this from the second I walked up to the booth but I was not about to back down to some measly deli meat / confectionary combination. I confidently ordered one. Two minutes later I had the warmish quasi-sandwhich you see pictured above. Big surprise is that it was pretty good! The doughnut was soft and fresh, the turkey was…well really normal turkey, and then there was some cranberry something in there too. I ate ever last bite. I’m not saying I’d recommend it but I didn’t hate it.
Yep, even the fair is on the Hank bandwagon. Beckett was happy to oblige though.
I scored this sweet piece of fair wear off the clearance table. I understand the innuendo that some of you may be tempted to make towards me if you saw me wearing this shirt. I’m ok with it. And besides, a lady never tells.
Pretty sure this was just some guy dressed as a wolf. A frickin’ awesome (and creepy) looking wolf at that. You may question why I would send my son up to him for a picture (I think hippie dude eating a twister dog in the background might have been wondering). But it’s mostly just because I was too embarrassed to ask for one with me…
If you’re going to buy a giant flagpole you better bring transportation.
See you next year!