Aaaaah, state fair. Where you can see cows, pigs and other smelly animals, all while nibbling on a deep fried heart attack on a stick. The new attraction this year, however, is racially-motivated flash mob beatings! I totally thought flash mob meant jazz hands and impromptu dancing. Apparently it actually means getting beat by 15-year olds for the color of your skin.
Anyway, on the last day of the fair this year, we ventured there to take in all things livestock and deep fried. And it delivered. We went last year when Riley was under 1 1/2 and he loved it, but considering it was 90 degrees and smelly, we didn’t stay too long. This year, we made the intelligent decision to go to the fair early on a Sunday morning. Derek and I high-fived each other the entire time we were there because it was cool, not crowded and actually enjoyable. Yes.
First up, the giant slide. That I have distinct memories of riding when I was a kid.
The boys embarked on a state fair tradition. The father-son slide.
He’s literally clenching his fists and walking on his tip toes because we just cannot handle the joy that the giant yellow slide has given him. And he screamed, “AGAIN!” and tried to run up the steps. Sorry, kid. Next year. (Obviously, his crab shirt is hipster ironic as our child is anything but a crab. No, he does not get that from me.)
Afterwards, we traveled to another Wisconsin State Fair landmark – Herb Kohl’s Milk Stand. Yes, our state senator has a flavored milk stand at our state fair. He also used to own a grocery store and Kohl’s department store. Any other questions?
Riley proved that he is his father’s son (whew!) by claiming chocolate milk as his favorite. I was partial to strawberry, myself. Banana was just weird.
So we pet TWO cows and one HORSEY! and then decided it was time to get our eat on. Our deep fried eat on, of course. Here’s what we chose:
Since I am a health conscious vegetarian, Derek ate the cheeseburger himself.
I embarked on the deep fried pb&j:
Disregard my face in this photo, because it was actually pretty good! I don’t, however, recommend running 8 miles after eating one. I did that and it twas not pleasant. Actually, in hindsight, I think the three different kinds of flavored milk may have been the bigger problem.
I will remember that next year…