No one cooks every night. Sometimes you aren’t hungry. Sometimes you eat at a friend’s house. And sometimes you’re at the amusement park where you have no choice but to eat fair food.
You know what I’m talking about. The nutritional value of wallpaper paste and more addictive than nicotine.
But something strange has happened since I was a kid. Fair food got better. Like the fresh strawberries and frozen yogurt up top there. That’s halfway-good food. Just don’t tell yourself frozen yogurt is somehow better for you than ice cream. They’re pretty much the same thing.
(If you’re starting to suspect there’s not going to be any recipe in this post, you’re right. Just yummy pics.)
So one of the kids got vanilla with the crushed Oreos. But it was so stinkin’ hot out it started to melt by the time they got back to the table.
Then there was the vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. Which had a bite taken out by the time it got to the table. Don’t they understand I’ve got a blog to run here?
Next up is vanilla with chocolate sprinkles. And if you look in the background, you can see the mom holding the kid’s hand so I can get the shot.
Then the large chocolate with rainbow sprinkles. Who ever thought an 8-year-old would finish this monster?
And finally mine. I couldn’t decide whether to get vanilla or chocolate. So I got the Italian hoagie.
Check back tomorrow when I’ll have something that I actually made myself.
PS: Kennywood rocks. And get the front seat on the Phantom. It’s totally worth the wait.
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“I didn’t know if I wanted to turn left or right, so I went to Milan instead.” LOL fair food is good. I would have liked to see some ribbon fries, an elephant ear dipped in chocolate, a fried Twinkie…somethin’! But the ice cream was OK. I appreciated that.
Oh my God. After 5 days of road food, that fair food does not look so appetizing to me. I don’t think my colon will ever forgive me. But give me a month or so and then check back with me after we have attended The Great New York State Fair (yes, such an event that it’s always capitalized, even when spoken) and I’ve eaten my weight in fried foods.
Nikki, we stayed away from the fried stuff because it was so hot and humid. Otherwise you’d have seen fries covered in cheese and bacon, and funnel cake with powdered sugar. (Chocolate syrup on funnel cake is an abomination.)
Kristin, go graze yourself a salad, you’ll feel much better.
Kennywood!!! I haven’t heard that name in a long time. I moved away from Pittsburgh and NO ONE has ever heard of it. I love the Potato Patch fries. Oh and the corn dogs are awesome. We never left without stopping at that store with all the candy near the entrance (I think). Gotta have salt water taffy, you know. Best old amusement park EVER!!
BBro, that would be the candy carousel. Next time I do the fried junk.
Mmmm, Italian Hoagie would probably have been my choice too! I can get frozen ice cream or yogurt anywhere!
Hubby has been very patient with my insistence on taking photos of nearly every dish I make now. Good thing he doesn’t know how few of those photos I ever actually use–he might resent it a bit.
I can hardly wait for him to catch and cook another pig–he is the king of pork. I think he’ll be delighted that I’m photographing HIS cooking for a change. Maybe if he cooked something besides fresh-caught pig….
Genie, by all means take pictures of the pig catching and cooking process. Though i’m fine with leaving out most of the parts in between the catching and the cooking. (I’m such a wuss.)
Yes, well, it would be quite difficult for me to photograph those parts where my eyes are covered anyway. I had to hold a leg for him once while he was doing something, I don’t know what, I held the hoof with two fingers and my other hand was over my eyes.
I’m fortunate he grew up doing that kind of stuff. I have zero tolerance for it. I’m also fortunate that he doesn’t mind that I’m such a wus. I can’t even help quarter a beastie until it’s skin and head are removed. It’s only at that point that it becomes meat to me and not an animal.
Meat should came the way god/dess intended, on a piece of Styrofoam with a little piece of absorbent stuff under it and wrapped in saran wrap with a convenient label to tell you how much you are buying.