…it must be state fair food.
It’s hard to believe any nutrition can be found in such an offering, but, you know, I think falafel-on-a-stick just might do it. At any rate, it was darned tasty – you could discern actual chickpeas and the herbs were spot on.
That was lunch today as I made a visit to the state fair. I saw some animals, watched the draft horse show, did my annual wondering as to whether making our dairy princesses sit in a refrigerated glass booth while their likenesses are carved in butter in front of crowds of onlookers will have a chilling effect on their mental health, and generally had a pleasant day.
The Fine Arts building was fine. An example of life depicting art depicting life, a portrait of a sheep, created by felting white sheep’s wool onto a background of black wool, won an award. The series of photos of squashes on vacation did not, but I enjoyed them anyway.
I spent much of the day examining the knitting entries. I was happy with my outcome, thrilled, actually, to win 1st place and a sweepstakes award for my gloves (Paula, that was great yarn you gave me last holiday!) and satisfied to win a 4th for my gansey.
Everything is bigger than life at the state fair, apparently even Dead Fish Hats.
I knit a bit on the bus on the little baby hat I’m designing for the Knitmore Girls contest, and knit some more on it when I got home. I’m maybe 50% of the way there, so finishing and writing the pattern by August 31 should be doable, shouldn’t it? (And casting on such a small project doesn’t really count as startitis, right?)
More to come on that later. Right now I’m busy dreaming about entries for next year’s fair.