Yeah, you locals know what this is.
I’m talking about The Great Minnesota Get Together, baybee 
I just got back after being there all day and my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus (apologies to fellow Parrotheads). Oh, yeah, I’m sunburned, too 
You New Yorkers complain about your subway subway system? Phooey - YOU try catching the tram that runs around the fairgrounds. And Broadway? That’s peanuts compared to the theatre of the Lumberjack Show.
Oh, and you Californians don’t know what what “characters” are til you cruise around the Midway. Or traffic til you try to head down Snelling Ave. at 10 a.m. during the fair.
And you Parisians? Bah. You don’t know what epicurian delight is til you chow down on deep-fried cheese curds while strolling nonchalantly throught the horse barn.
Oh, and do we have the Belgians beat! Belgian waffles on a stick, baybee. And fondue? You may have invented it, but we Minnesotans have perfect it - dozens of things you can by on a stic. Ostrich. And Walleye. Pizza. Alligator. And pork chops and maps (ok, not a food) and chicken and turkey (well, it’s a drumstick) and scotch eggs and meatballs and, of course, corn dogs, which are on sticks by definition.
Please pardon me while I wipe the drool off of my keyboard.
There.
Ahem.
Did I mention the fresh cut french fries? And it’s true - pallets and pallets and pallets of potatoes, just waiting to be cut and fried. All the milk you can drink for just 50 cents. <homer>Mini donuts</homer>.
And all topped off with a pail of Sweet Martha’s fresh chocolate chip cookies, piled so high that you have to eat a dozen before you can put the lid on.
Sigh.
Ate way too much; I justify it by saying that I walked a hundred miles today. It’s ok - I won’t get to do this for another year, so all is well 