People watching. Whether it is done on the sly like I prefer to do, or tongue-lolling-flat-out -staring like my husband tends to do, people watching is one of the joys of going to the Minnesota State Fair. If ever there is a reminder that it “takes all kinds to make the world go round,†it is there.
Individuals come in a bajillion colors and sizes, but families come in the assortment pack too. Young parents with babes, blended families, grandparent’s leading the herd families, and whoa…how many kids do they have families. And then there are those scantily clad teens in passionate public displays of affection, who, if they aren’t careful, …
It goes without saying that food is a huge draw, and consumption of that food is a given. Fried and on a stick is a perennial favorite, but exotic has its charm as well. Camel burgers, Spam Curds, and lamb testicle offerings. Two of my favorites are the foot long walleye sandwich and the garlic fries. I dream about those fries in January. It’s amusing to me that the vender always puts a dainty wedge of Granny Smith apple on the side. Two pounds of potatoes covered with one pound of garlic…does that wedge have a chance? My breath is usually good for vampire killing through Halloween after munching on those garlicky babies.
As we wander around I like to sneak photographs of interesting hair. In a world that seeks originality by copying others, and in this case I’m referring to tattoos and piercings, hair remains a beacon of “this is who I am. Deal with it.†It was the best part of my day.
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