CORNUS CANUS DELECTICUS (a.k.a. "Delicious Corn dog")

I just got back from a few hours over at our County Fair. It began yesterday and runs through Sunday.



My "fair" passion is the corn dog. I go every year to see the bunnies, the canned goods and their awards at the Grange barn, the art and photos on exhibit and those awards, the nice asses on the young ladies (it's the hottest time of the year here and short shorts are in style again) and the corn dogs. I also view the farm implements (I like green lacquer paint), the huge tractors, the cool golf carts and the nice ... never mind.



Today, after viewing all those places and things, I stopped at five separate corn dog stands and ate their best. Only one would I call acceptable. In fact, it was outstanding! I walked back to the stand to compliment the lady who served it to me ($2.50) and she nearly cried when I told her I had already eaten four others and they were unworthy of my tongue compared to hers.



Other than that, I had one small dish of "homemade" ice cream and a large coffee (not bad.)



Heavens to Betsy, I said, as I walked the midway lined with junk food and pork purveyors. The place is jumping with corn dog sellers this year! There are more than ever! Oh, how will I be able to test them all?



So I decided, after five, to come back later this week, perhaps on Thursday when it promises to be about fifteen degrees cooler. Today it will probably hit 90F and it is already very humid.



I did run into a lady working in one of the slush and lemonade stands who I took out for a drink a couple years ago. She has a young boy now. I wasn't surprised at that. She is still very pretty and we talked for about a half hour before I started getting tummy-bumpus from the corn dogs.

Didn't make a date, but I plan to visit her stand again Thursday. She remembered my name!

Off the subject, here are my four children:



Satchel (gray), Hobbes (Gold/yellow), Rosie (Black in back), and Doobie a.k.a. "Baby" Black with the white tuft on his bib.

It is difficult to get all of them in the same photo. The one time I can do it is at dinner time. I know it is dinner time in this picture because Rosie is looking up at the clock.