State fair food

Fried butter? How is that even possible?

[Robin Garr]

Fried butter? How is that even possible?

Chicken Kiev without the chicken!

Fried butter? How is that even possible?

Freeze it, batter it, fry it.

What I've been told is that it's like a beignet/doughnut, but VERY rich, as there's a pat of butter inside the dough (which melts in the heat and permeates the confection)

That actually sounds good. In a Fair Food sort of way. Not for dinner.

Nobody is holding out for "Gizzards on a stick"?

Nobody is holding out for "Gizzards on a stick"?

Definition: if it's "on a stick" it's good. If it's also fried, it's even better!

Gizzards on a stick goes well with butt on a stick and spaghetti on a stick (ate that in the Minnesota State Fair).

Five words...Turkey Leg, Pork Chop Sandwich!

Must be a slow day in news, they just did a 2 minute segment on the Krispy Kreme burgers at the fair. If you want to try one, it'll be $8!

PORK BUTT ON A STICK...ROCKS!!

Enjoyed my Pork Chop Sandwich today, although the service was pretty slow.

Passed on everything else. I don't know what it says about me, but, other than the Pork Chop, the local produce/fruit stands are my favorite offerings.

Just had to share this from my last book "Walking Upright" Arable Press

The State Fair

I love the fair because it makes me look skinny.
Makes me want to let myself go,
stumble through the miles of ill conceived quilts,
past the swaggering horses in their appointed tents,
the braided girls, and the looks of their Mexican help.
I love the fair , the red sweaty faces of the hungover carnies,
the loose bolts on the Tilt-A-Whirl,
the way deep down we must really trust each other.
I love the sleeping cows and the sleeping cowboys,
the straw bales and the piles of shit,
and the slim chance I'll have to talk about poetry.
I love the fair, the oval rims and the rubber balls,
the darts, the softballs never landing in their peach baskets.
I love the young new loves made and lost in a week,
the sorghum, honey, pork butt, country ham, deep fried Twinkie,
elephant ear, whipped pineapple , mix of smells.
I love my wife and children just a little bit more
high up on the Ferris wheel and the giant swing.
I love the way money means nothing and flies from your hands,
dads holding kids they hardly ever see,
reaching down and spending more than they have,
and glad-happy to do it, again and again.
I love the impatient woman in front of me,
who's come all the way from Hawesville for the free mammogram,
cancer screening, eye test, and five minute massage.
I love being taken, made a fool of, challenged to win a crinkly stuffed frog,
the seams so lightly sewn we'll be lucky to get it home.
I love all the tractors, carts, cars, trucks, pens, whirring oiled machines
that keep it going, all the millions of light bulbs blinking and glaring
onto one big shining stew of what's left of America.
All of us equal, shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, wrinkle to wrinkle,
roll of fat to fat, hope to hope, poverty to poverty,
cheap hats and sunglasses , and waddling smiles where ever you look.

william smith