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Product Thursday

Can you eat too much fried food?

As an adult the answer has to be yes. Considering this is fair week, the bulk of our suppers have been at fair, which means a lot of fried food. For kids the answer is a reply – “there is such a thing as too much?”

The Magical Elephant Ears and Funnel Cakes Stand.

This week, Product Thursday is doing the sacrifice of eating both a funnel cake and an elephant ear. We want an answer to the question of which is better. Since no one is willing to answer it, I will have to go the distance and make the big sacrifice.

 

In the fryer together

The choices were staggering. Caramel apple, Boston cream, simply chocolate covered or plain ole elephant ears with the cinnamon sugar. It was all a taste sensation.

 

I boldly went up and requested an elephant ear and a funnel cake. The woman in the stand happily took my $10 and wondered (inside her head) what kind of idiot I was. After I took a picture or two, I explained what I was doing, that me and the little taste testers were determining which was better.

Putting on the cinnamon-sugar.

The ladies laughed and said it was  all good. One has cinnamon sugar and the other is covered with powdered sugar.

 
I agreed. Who can not love something that is flour, sugar and hot oil?
 
I ask about the fried oreo on a sign on the outside of the booth and the ladies reply that people report it is like eating a brownie fresh out of the oven. I am going to have to try that tomorrow. Today, my focus is on something else that is also deep fried.
 

Powdered sugar in a wire mesh basket raining on a funnel cake.

Sara is demanding all first bite rights. Maybe she got it, maybe she didn’t. There was a lot of “heys” and “no fairs” and perhaps a sigh or two from the parents. But then we begin eating.

 
Suddenly, I realize that the elephant ear has a bit of a yeasty taste to it. The husband notes it is like eating a donut.
 
The funnel cake has a sweeter and lighter taste. And there is the crunch factor. Funnel cakes manage to be crunchy and soft with each bite.
 

Eating it up.

Now, I ask the hard question. Which is better? Elephant ears are yeasty goodness, funnel cakes are more like pancakes.

 
The table states it is the funnel cake but they like the elephant ear, too.
 
We finish the funnel cake first and yet there is a fight to see who will get the last bite of the elephant ear.

Funnel Cake and Elephant Ear, together for a very short time.

I think we are still divided.

 
Thank goodness this is one question that will not decide the fate of the nation.
 
Do you have a preference?

On to The Fair

Wordless Wednesday

The county fair opens today, which means last night we delivered our final projects. The fair is assembled and waiting for visitors.

 

 

Part of our 4H club's display

 

4H Grain Projects

 

Pretty Horse .

 

Our rabbit, Thumper.

 

Elephant Ears and Funnel Cakes at one stand. Oh, my!

 
 

The Midway getting ready.

 
 

My 14-year-old's favorite ride!

 

The lights are calling.

 
Are you going to the county fair?
 
 
 

Scratching My Head

I always wonder if fellow bloggers look at their stats and wonder why people read the postings they read.

I know I do.

Picture by Wcizmowski

I started writing more gardening posts because I noticed that people liked these and tended to comment on them. I posted once about the antics performed by my dog and notice that people had something to say so I do those on a somewhat regular basis.

For those regular visitors, you might see that months and months ago I wrote on pie. I used a quote from the movie Michael starring John Travolta, Andie McDowell and William Hurt. People look up pictures of cherries, cherry pie and “Pie, Pie, Me oh my, I love Pie” that helps them find this blog. It is one of two of the most popular posts on this blog.

The other is the post I did on Elephant Ears vs. Funnel Cakes. I tried to decide which one is better and I still have not decided. The article and the two pictures of the aforementioned food has been viewed many times over. And yet…

And yet no one has ever commented. I thought carnival food would be a slam dunk for comments. Everyone has a favorite food that comes from county fairs, carnivals and festivals. Surely someone would talk about how they love deep fried twinkies or pretzels or funnel cakes.

Funnel Cake, picture by Bandini

The same about my pie posting. No one wanted to discuss that they preferred blueberry or French silk or rum raisin. No one comments on how much they like or hate John Travolta. And that cute little song? Not a peep on how much enjoyment this movie has given over the years.

Just  yesterday I read a post  by a young man who is sick of “dating stories” blogs that tell details of dates that went wrong. Or at least wrong in the eye of the writer. He questioned if those blogs were just using a life experience for self-aggrandizing? Well, yes they are. But isn’t that what we all do with any of our blogs?

I write up the funny stories of my dog and post pictures of my garden to share my life. I share my opinion of serious issues and total silliness.

Other people share pictures of their travels, their crafts and home improvement. I have read blogs on parents dealing with their child who has autism, the writer’s life, fabulous cooking and getting out of debt without asking for money. I have read blogs from people living in Norway, India, Haiti and Russia.

What we are all searching for is a witness to our life (line stolen from Shall We Dance). We are searching for like-minded people to affirm the paths we have chosen to follow or to help us find a different and better path. And when people stop by and say what they like, it is a wonderful feeling.

It’s that “You  like me. You really like me” moment that you do not have to share with Sally Field. You can do it in your yoga pants or pj’s or naked.

We all have our reasons for writing and sharing. Some of us hope to bring understanding of our life to the masses. Some of us want to share some of the cool things we have seen in our world. I am willing to guess most want desperately to be freshly pressed or, if not, appreciate when it happens but understands that life keeps going on.

In the meantime, I will keep looking forward to seeing what people are reading but not commenting about every week.

And wishing that they would comment.