I Ate Fried Butter And Lived

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, fried butter from the Texas State Fair.  Lazy Circles reader AC suggested I get some.  Actually, she read about fried butter dipped in chocolate.  I didn't see that, but I did see the honey cinnamon version.  Frankly, it was a bit underwhelming.  It was like a very, very, very buttery doughnut that squirted a bit in the mouth.  As a proper, weight-obsessed gay, I tried to pawn off as much as I could to Wes and our friends Roy and Gene.  Wes and Roy each ate one and Gene wisely passed.  That left three for me.  I'm not going to eat again for a month.

The prize winner this year was fried beer.  Yuck.  I didn't try it, but I'm not that crazy about cold beer (yes, AC, my palate has matured since our CofC days), so I wasn't interested in trying some fried concoction.  I didn't try the fried margarita, either.  They should be cold and frozen.  A fried margarita is a crime against nature.   

Here's daisy-fresh Roy and Gene enjoying the horticultural exhibit:

Off to the Fair!

I'm taking a one-day vacay from the job search to go to the State Fair of Texas which is, as always, in Big D.  The guy pictured above is Big Tex, who welcomes everyone to the fair.  What's my favorite part, after the corney dogs, I mean?  Why, the exhibits, of course.  I love the quilts and afghans, the cakes and pies, the jams and preserves.  Maybe it's the little old lady in me, but I love checking out all the things that people from every corner of the state have been working on all year.  Usually, there's some ribbon winner from someone I know.  You can have your midway and rides, except for the Texas Star ferris wheel, the biggest in the western hemisphere.  Gotta take a spin on it. 

Since I'm unemployed, Wes and I can go on a weekday morning.  What luxury!  I may never go back to work.