Killed by a deep fried twinkie

Friday night friends of ours came down from Buffalo and we gave them the Dirty Franks and Jeni's treatment.

Yesterday, it was time to hit the fair.



It was warm, overcast and there was a slight breeze. Good fair weather, when we got there.

It's not quite the fair, though, until you have a Lemon-Shake-Up or two.



You also must may homage to the Butter Cow.



You also see things at the fair you do not see everyday, like a former president talking to his constituents.



And this guy, who was asking who ordered the tall latte.



A main part of the fair is the food. My Scottish Wife, who was at her second Ohio State Fair, was interested in the elephant ears.



My friend and I decided to partake in things that are really gross, and braved this stand of culinary gore.



He went for the deep fried buckeyes. Last year, while my mouth was recovering from having a tooth pulled, I went for the deep friend Cap'n Crunch, which resembled and possibly tasted like a tumor.

This time, I ordered up a deep fried Twinkie.



It was as unimpressive as it looks, unappetizing too. While better than the deep fried Cap'n Crunch, it's not saying much.

Shortly after the deep fried junk was consumed the sun started to burn through the clouds and it got really hot. The fair wall had been hit and it was time to head home and rest up because the day was not over, there was a baseball game to attend.

(to be continued)