Substantial Fare
The Minnesota State Fair. What an occasion. Ranking right up there with the Twins home opener and the fishing opener, Minnesotans will take days off of work, hit numerous ATMs and drool in anticipation on the way to the feast. Exactly a year ago, a security guard at my office shipped in on assignment from St. Louis asked me about the Great Minnesota Get-Together. I was almost disgusted to tell him where to find the gates that house the stench of dung, spilled beer and never-hardening cheese. But as a portly man with a southern drawl, I knew he’d probably enjoy some aspects that don the fairgrounds every year. I advised him to stay away from any barbecue joints if he doens’t already know to refrain. Afterall, most southernfolk know not to touch any brisket cooked north of the Mason Dixon line. And to be honest, I advised him to stay away all together, and I’m glad I did. I didn’t want to be acquitted for being an accomplice to the man’s death after 2 cheese curds, fried everything on a stick, a jug of grease pop, and numerous other heart-stopping foods.
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