The Fair

Its that time of year - The Ohio State Fair is here.

Little Biscuit and I have an ongoing tradition—Every year we go to the State Fair and we LOVE IT.

In the heat of summer, the fair goes on for two weeks. What better time than in the sweltering heat. It’s a dirty, stinky event, so why not be sweaty too.



There is something so paradoxical about the fair taking place in the middle of our metropolis. Right off the major highway, are some great events that we don’t typically get to witness in the city. There are livestock like goats, chickens, sheep and swine.
There are agricultural contests—who can grow the largest produce? And there are arts and crafts of course!

The people watching is AWESOME. Never since, have I witnessed a more happy union urban and rural in the same place. From hip-hop music to country concerts – two things so polar opposite right HERE.

The food – Ok who doesn’t love fried food. The fair is the home of fried food. Biscuit and I make ourselves sick on fair food – We look forward to this day of gluttony. Fried cheese is a must. French fries are good too. But don’t forget about the corn. Right before they give you the fresh roasted ear, they dip it in a VAT of butter. You grab hold and let the butter run down your arm while wondering if one day at the fair can give you a heart attack.

Last year, we looked everywhere for the NEW fair food “fried coke” but to no avail. I did have a fried snickers and was unimpressed.

This year Biscuit has one objective. “I am going to get a turkey leg” she stated. She is referring to the giant drumsticks like they have at those renaissance events. Every year we gape at the big men that walk around gnawing on a giant meat leg. This year, she is going to see what all the fuss is about – Don’t worry; I’ll get a picture.

And the one last reason we LOVE the fair—the rides. No, they aren’t as high or fast as amusement parks but they are scarier. These rides are so portable and downright unstable that there is a good chance you might die. We laugh hysterically, unsure which will happen first, vomit all over each other or be thrown from ride that is structurally unsound. It is a blast.

While others snub their nose at this annual event, I can’t help but be drawn back to see if it all is really as strange as I remember.

Look for pictures and a recap to follow next week, our third annual visit. Cross your fingers that Biscuit finds a turkey leg.