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Sunday, August 14, 2011
There is just something about food from the Fair or festival. Maybe it's the excitement going on around, maybe it's just that good. I enjoy eating, but a glutton I am not, however the Fair gets me pretty close to it. I have my favorite vendors at each one of the respective events. I believe Italian sausage is my favorite of the normal foods. Normal foods meaning, not desserts and candy. Planning and plotting out the order in which you procure and enjoy these things are oh so important to the success of the mission. I must resist every time, no matter how fantastic the Italian sausage are, because that's where I start, to not indulge in a second one. This lack of willpower will ruin the remainder of the venture. There will be no room for corn on the cob, ice cream, funnel cakes, and cotton candy if you consume the second bomber. If you do, there is a price to pay. You must pace yourself. Sounds like a glutton? No! Just making sure to take advantage of the particular event being that it only occurs once a year.
I always save the Cotton Candy for last. Cotton candy is all about the flavor and the fun, really doesn't require a lot of room. By room, I mean the ability to eat a fair amount of it without over doing it. Two Italian sausage or three ears of corn will make you suffer, unless of course, you are a glutton. They say "there's always room for Jell-O". Well, the same holds true for Cotton candy. Being swirled onto a hollow paper tube is the traditional way, just give me a big bag full of it. I eat the Charms Fluffy Cotton candy in a bag from O'Ryans Village, three bags are the usual portion. I love the stuff, being made by Charms and all, the flavor is out of this world. They also make Cotton Candy suckers, how awesome is that? Sucker company makes Cotton Candy, and then turns around and makes cotton candy suckers. We can enjoy the flavor even when the fair isn't in town. Life is good.
I really enjoyed the Fairs and such as a kid, I enjoyed them as a young parent sharing it with my kids, and I enjoy them now. It lets me peek over my shoulder and see the great times again that I remember as a child. I sit down to share these stories with people, and sometimes have trouble getting them into words. Those times get my mind racing back. Pretty soon I'm daydreaming about a certain time or place and who I was with. Sometimes it's food or candy, sometimes it's a vacation other times just living life. Us Babyboomers grew up in such a great time, it's just fun to remember and reminisce. My Dad has always been a great story teller, I guess I get the urge to share my life with others like he always has. Thanks for "listening".
by: O'Ryans Village