Cows, pigs, and every possible incarnation of food on a stick you could dream of/have nightmares about. I really can't hear the words 'hotdish on a stick' without imagining Martha Stewart in her carpentry goggles aiming a ceramic drillbit at an unsuspecting casserole dish. The only variable is tator tots vs. corn flakes. Scratch that - this is Minnesota. We don't either/or when it comes to the hotdish. Toss that shit on. 1/2 cup of chow mein noodles? Sprinkle away. Cheese flavored French's fried onions? You know the routine. Potato chips? Don't waste my time. Hot dish is just a euphemism for cleaning the cupboards. How this euphemism became a 5 lb sodden ball of stick-riding fair food is beyond me. It just is. The State Fair is the most Zen experience I've had in a long time. You must simply take it all in. You are there. You are in the moment. People have carefully handcrafted so many mysteriously wonderfully hideous things in the hopes of taking home giant purple ribbons. It boggles the mind and delights. You must find joy in it. Everything on display has arrived there over great deliberation and with such painstaking care. You must respect that. The fair is an amazing lesson in things that matter to other people. A great big empathy joyride.
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