Having experienced 5 hours at the Minnesota State Fair, I can’t help but imagine a post-apocalyptic storyteller spinning a yarn that’s half as indulgent and twice as unbelievable as the real thing. Millions of people gather to celebrate the epitome of the epitome of life 150 years ago. Today’s best of yesterday’s best? You know what I mean.
Many of the attractions are judged. Judging things and ranking them and ribbons seem to be really big parts of the fair.
In the dairy building next to the butter scrupltures, you can find some amazing chocolate malts.
The miracle-of-birth barn is gross, unless you enjoy seeing a two-hours-old calf that’s still sticky thinking about standing up for the first time, or 20 squirrel-sized piglets struggling to find an available teet on the recovering, ginormous sow. I mean, it’s also pretty cool, but there’s a reason there are hand-washing stations at every exit.
Here’s an assortment of random pics.
Last and foremost, there’s the food. There’s so so so much to be eaten here. It’s truly overwhelming. We ate a lot and only bothered to photograph a small number of things. I think the sentiment is really best captured by the young, overweight, boys in attendence. I heard one angrily exclaim to his mother in the tone that implies <I know I’ve said this a couple of times before and you thought I was kidding, but I know what I’m saying and I’m totally serious> “I want to try everything here that is sweet or fried.”
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