Ron Swanson Approved

The other morning I was attempting to proof-read something for my manager. I say "attempting" because I was tired and had the drowsy eyes. Deciding it was time for a snack break, I made my way to the cafeteria to get a cappuccino and some peanuts and I was greeted by the delicious and intoxicating aroma of cooking breakfast meats. Sausage. Bacon. Country ham. Mmmm. Good morning, indeed.

When I had made it back down to my desk, I realized the scent had permeated my hair. For the next hour or two I kept getting whiffs of it, and while breakfast meat is not my hair scent of choice, something tells me Ron Swanson wouldn't mind.

My hero

A Fair is a Veritable Smorgasbord, orgasbord: Part 2

(This was supposed to be posted when the fair actually happened, but not only am I a terrible blogger, I'm now gainfully employed. So that takes up a lot of my valuable time. I'm posting it anyway despite the fact that I ended up abbreviating it just for the sake of time. New Year's resolution: be a better blogger.)

If my first day at the fair was about animals and weird pop culture sightings, my second day was all about the food. As soon as we walked in we headed straight for the food booths. Collectively we consumed:
-Fried mac and cheese bites. Not bad. Pretty much like mac and cheese with crunchy topping.
-Deep fried mashed potatoes. Not so great. Very bland, despite the fact they had bacon bits in them.
-Deep fried pecan pie. Pretty tasty! A nice, chewy dough on the outside and the inside got all melty.
-Chicken gyro. Disgusting. Bad call on my part, because there's no way it would've been good. For one thing it was covered in nacho cheese. That should tell you all you need to know.
-A whole dill pickle for 50 cents. Love pickles, love the price, end of story. And they were handing out scratch and sniff pickle stickers that really did smell like pickles.
-Hand-cut fries. So wonderful and and salty and greasy, the way a good fry should be. So much better than the ribbon fries from the night before.
-Krispy Kreme Burger. I didn't actually try this one, but my friend did. He ate the whole damn thing and said it was amazing. 2 doughnuts, a fried egg, a burger--it should come as no surprise that Paula Deen has her own recipe for the Kripsy Kreme Burger.

Templeton would be proud.

In between stuffing out faces, we took in the sights.
The genetically mutated animals. Personally, I think it's really nice that they call the animals amazing and ask for them to be loved. Cyclops pigs need love too.
The giant, prize winning produce. My friend asked how they grow that big and apparently it's a type of seed that produces big pumpkins. Learn something new everyday!
The prize winning livestock. That is a really pretty cow.
And the food stand vendors. The guy that worked here looked like Santa Claus. It makes sense he'd work fair candy stands during his off season.

The one thing I regret (0ther than the chicken gyro) was getting on a spinny ride after eating my fries. Really, really stupid. I couldn't even enjoy it because my friend kept talking about how she was gonna barf, which in turn made me focus on my own nausea. Luckily, neither one of us did.

I came, I saw, I ate. Until next year!