This past weekend we took a trip to Big D for the Texas State Fair where we discovered or were reacquainted with various facts such as that Big Tex casts a tall shadow, Oklahomans can be really sad when their team unexpectedly loses to UT and in Dallas, Fried Food is King.

There were some tie-ins to the King Tut exhibit now running at the Dallas Museum of Fine Art (and if you have a chance to go, do, itโ€™s a good one), but the main purpose of the state fair (at least as far as Iโ€™m concerned) remains its ode to food in all its many high-calorie forms.

This year the fair has even dedicated a special row to the wonders of the deep vat, offering everything from fried latte (no, they havenโ€™t figured out how to fry coffee; itโ€™s a pastry dish) to (among others): fried cheesecake, fried sโ€™mores, chicken-fried bacon โ€“ well pretty much anything you can dip into some batter and fry up. Oh and the traditional star of frydom โ€“ the funnel cake โ€“ remains as perfect as ever. For those of you seeking lighter fare, thereโ€™s the grilled alligator and alligator kโ€™bobs.

The row of fry, seemed, in fact, to be doing a brisker business than the second year of the Wine Garden, although looking at some of the going-away views we saw, it wasnโ€™t a huge surprise.

Sunday morning turned out to be a good time to hit the fair on a weekend. We moved around easily, got our free ice cream in the Food and Fiber Pavilion, petted Elsie the cow and a nearby baby calf, watched a pie-judging contest and got to see cotton bolls run through a mini-mill.

By 1 p.m. the churchgoers and late risers hit and gridlock in the most popular areas (food/drink stands and the Midway) ensued. We fought the crowds for a couple hours โ€“ armed with this yearโ€™s remarkable acquisition of two super-cleaning mops which both helped and hindered our progress but above all embarrassed my teenager โ€“ before finding the right gate (no small task) to exit.

A slideshow of the big day in Big D can be seen here.

โ€“ Margaret Downing

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