A former colleague hails from Iowa and sent me the following blurb from his cousin’s itinerary for a trip home:
Sunday: The State Fair. This is the only real and authentic state fair in the United States of America. All others are pretenders and sad imitations. Itinerary: Petting Zoo at SW entrance, ceremonial eating of the Corn Dog in front of the Grandstands (ensures one year of good luck), photo opportunity with Nakeya on the Red Tractors, visit to the Butter Cow (eat ice cream waiting in line for viewing), trip down the Big Slide, various and sundry treats, etc.
Now, I’ve never been to the Iowa State Fair (nor have I been to Iowa, truth be told), but I *have* been to more than one state fair in my day…and while I can certainly appreciate his cousin’s enthusiasm, I’m going to have to say that I take issue with his claim that all other fairs are “sad imitations.”
Take, for example, the Wisconsin State Fair and its signature cream puffs. It’s certainly no Harry Potter carved in butter – I’ll give him that – but you can’t eat that, can you?
Or what about the giant vegetables at the Alaska State Fair? C’mon – a pumpkin that’s over 1000 pounds?? That’s really something!
And this certainly isn’t to say that I don’t want to see the Butter Cow at least once before I die…I just, you know, think some of the other state fairs deserve their due…
A friend once suggested I spend a year traveling to all the state fairs and entering pies in all of them. And, boy, if money was no object, that would certainly be a tempting idea indeed…