Second, despite my bum knee, I wanted to go to the State Fair because 1) I love it and 2) I love food. I went early (read: pre-crowd and pre-heat) this morning with little sister Amy and friend John.
|seriously uncrowded. loved.|
We started in the Miracle of Birth barn where a cow was in the final stages of labor. When we saw hooves coming out, Amy finally understood that babies aren't delievered by storks and we left to go find food (because who doesn't get hungry after watching a live birth?).
So in honor of the cow's hard work, we ate a dairy-heavy breakfast:
|caramel apple sundae, i love you|
All of that salt made me thirsty so this happened:
To those of you who think that 11 a.m. on a Monday is too early for a beer, then you'll be happy to know that this is probably just a frothy glass of apple cider. Probably.
I really thought this next thing would be life-changing but sadly it left much to be desired.
Luckily, our disappointment was short-lived, as we were within striking distance of one of the Fair's staples:
|oh, sweet martha, how you slay me!|
|giant pickle on a stick|
|my personal fave, the corndog|
|messin' with sasquatch...|
|messin' with john... (pretty much the same as sasquatch)|
|returning to see the now fully-born calf. much better than the view 2 hrs prior...|
I LOVE YOU, MINNESOTA STATE FAIR! Can't wait to see you next year!