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The fair smells like poo

Wedge. I cooked it last night in a Bolognese sauce with these cute little letter-shaped pastas. It's more fun now that we're beyond mashing up various fruits and vegetables, and she can eat more complex meals.

We took Eliot to the state fair yesterday. We went in to the Miracle of Birth barn where she loved the baby ducks and piglets and was unmoved by the calves and baby small horse pony things. She also went into the building with the fish, which are an animal that continue to amaze her. If we had a few bucks to rub together we'd consider getting her a fishtank. Bethany spent most of her time trying to win an iPod and taking candid photos of extremely fat people eating [deep fried Hot Pockets on a stick?]. That's not to say we didn't eat ridiculous food. We had a terrible bratwurst [bratworst, more like], mediocre french fries, really great locally-grown kabobs, and some decent fried vegetables from across the street. Bethany is still bitter that we didn't get a pickle. There were buffalo balls in the disappointing Eco building that were delicious. The fair pretty much blows. This is the part of the year where it's hard to convince me that Minneapolis is a cold Kansas City with a baseball team. Come to think of it, I'm trying to think of a part of the year where that's not the case.

Comments (7)

Ben:

Church of Extremely High Temperatures? What the hell are you complaining about, you haven't shown up any earlier than 8 for the last three weeks!

kati:

I hope you meant buffalo *meat*balls... And what a great idea to take pics of fat people eating. I know I always wish I had brought my camera for stuff like that. The people watching is really the only reason to go to the fair, IMO. But you can go to Walmart on a busy night and get better entertainment for free...

ryan:

that's exactly the reason why we haven't been going.

yeah the fair is kinda like a whole year of walmart crammed into 11 days

Ben:

Pfft, no that's the reason YOU haven't been going. Strangely enough your wife and baby, who was the whole reason for you not going in the first place, were there even longer than I was there.

ryan:

Touche. Actually I worked last sunday. We were going to go to the porch because it was 72 or something totally non-offensive, but it was still angryhot inside the building.

Ben:

I still say it was better than July. Maybe you should sit in the balcony. Less people and you'd be right next to a window.

bethany:

it is way to hot to be holding a sticky crabby baby at church. last sunday we ended up going outside, because it was so hot during the gathering. i think it's all the body heat and no air. i think eliot was actually bored this last sunday when we were there. she was fine unil everyone was quiet and doug started talking. oh well, maybe there needs to be more baby holders or something. we usually come after because this is the only day we get to hang out with this group of friends.
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