Here's a question for you...what is advertised with a giant blimp with "fried pickles" and "fried cheesecake" on either side?
The North Carolina State Fair.
When we first moved here, we went to the state fair about two months after we lived here. We stuck out noses up at the fried foods and in a attempt "when-in-Rome" acclimation, we chose the one fried food we deemed the healthiest and ate a fried PB and J. During our first visit we made a game of counting the Confederate Flags on people's t-shirts (any other placement - tattoos, hats - didn't count). We got to 25 in a half hour and had to cut the game short because this was clearly a slippery slope into piling back into the Camry and driving 3000 miles in the other direction.
This was our third time at the State Fair in five years, this time with Marty's paremts. Well, things have changed. And here's the evidence.
Marty turned into Frog Boy
Here we are in front of Smokey the Bear.
He talks to you.
"Hey Folks", Smokey said to us "Say Blueberries! Smokey looooves Blueberries!"
Blueberries, blueberries, blueberries!"
What a funny bear.
I milked a cow! This is right before I tried to squirt the guy milking the other cow.
French fries at 10am.
Don't let this picture fool you.
We washed down the lemonade and corn with ham biscuits.
What to choose?
Fried Oreos? Fried HoHos?
Fried Snickers or MilkyWays?
Fried cheeseburgers? Koolaid or Reeses?
Nah, I went for this year's thing.
Fried cinnamon bun (with frosting) rolled in bacon.
It. was. delicious.
(And will be sticking with me for a few years)
Then to the demolition derby!
WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!!
Meet Ras Ben. The newest addition to our family.