Subtitled: Pigs are hot dogs!
This is a story about a mom and her plans for a perfect day at the fair.
Nice try, lady.
I have read that the Minnesota State Fair may be the largest state fair in terms of daily attendance.
After our visit this past Wednesday, I would say hmm.
I suppose that’s accurate.
Let’s just say that one doesn’t attend this fair to get away from the crowds.
Rather, one goes to the State Fair to eat.
Food “on a stick” is a novelty here. Anything and everything is served on a stick…
…including the non-State Fair-sanctioned “hair on a stick,” which George smacked down with relish.
(Although, he said, it needed salt.)
(In addition to the relish.)
We don’t just go to eat, either.
We go to take pictures of our children eating.
They’re just so earnest and…
Gaaa! How did that photo get in here?
I had no sooner purchased this ear of corn—one of the best, incidentally, that I have ever consumed—than I was surrounded by midgets parading as sharks.
“Hey!” My 5-year-old was quick to protest. “I don’t like pepper on my corn!”
“Exactly,” I retorted.
(One day I’m going to go to the fair by myself, and I won’t have to share a single thing.)
(Not to be selfish or anything.)
The Miracle of Birth Center is also a very big draw, because you can watch the farm babies being born.
It’s true! We got to watch a litter of piglets come out!
“Watch” being a relative term and all.
We visit the barns because they make us feel like a farmer.
That is to say, they make us scratchy.
And finally, we go to meet our sisters-of-the heart.
I found there to be an uncanny resemblance between these two—the dreamy expression, the long-flowing
They were like twins separated at birth.
Really, there is no end to the knowledge that one can gain about farms…
…including the fact that “Pigs are hot dogs!”
Which is what Angela called out to the author of this book.
(The author agreed, by the way.)
(I appreciated her honesty.)
The girls were given a free copy of the book, which Angela asked be inscribed to her. “Write ‘To Angela,’” she requested. “The second-to-youngest; the bravest; the wise.”
Cate objected to this inscription.
Now, one of the things that I appreciate about my children is that they are fine with the knowledge that pigs are hot dogs.
This means that they are usually willing to try new things.
Like chunks of alligator…
…and Sweet Martha’s chocolate chip cookies.
(Okay, this one wasn’t that much of a stretch.)
Thank you for understanding.
I take my Sweet Martha’s chocolate chip cookies seriously, you see, and can say in all earnestnes that they are why we go to the fair.
No, I take that back.
They are one of the reasons why we go to the Fair—and why we put up with all the madness. There are many other reasons, you know, and they are called simply…