52 Letters: #7
Dear Iowa State Fair,
You came and went, but not without scandal, another ride on the crazy mouse and too many calories.
I took this while walking from the Craft Beer Tent to the shuttle line where I watched a woman eat a bowl of pralines and cream ice cream. And talk about how great it was.
The first trip was a quest for food. With Anthony's List. Typical. Once again our search for the incredible, now legendary, chicken on a stick that "tastes like a giant, but better, McDonalds chicken nugget" came up empty. We did try the crowd favorite shrimp corndog (the sauce was key, but the shrimp clung to that stick making it a little hard to eat) and the messy but yummy pretzel dipped in chocolate and almonds. I left ready for a nap, took that nap and woke up with a belly ache. Must have been the brat on a pretzel bun. Or the double bacon corn dog. Or the rib wrapped in bacon.
Trip two to the fair meant meeting up with some old muskie friends and tour guiding them through beer tents and animal barns and right up to the spin art station. ($2. Well worth it.) We introduced the Iowans-living-in-Chicago to the glories of Iowa beers (tried West-O for the first time. almost as great as Confluence.) We met Squirt, who met Al Roker the day prior, and took photos with corndogs and almost went down the giant slide. To the people who sat next to me on the shuttle ride home: You're welcome for the lovely description of the Des Moines Art Center and I'm sorry for making you talk to me the whole way home. Those steel flowers were pretty. Hope the trip back to Minneapolis was lovely. (I. Talk. To. Everyone.)
Next year I bring the family. Jen, plan to attend again. No ankle sweat this year due to perfect weather. Whew. And those Jr. donuts... I'll dream about them for weeks to come. Thanks for a great couple Saturdays, Iowa State Fair. I'll now avoid anything fried for at least a week.
xo-LP