I don't know when I became such a germophobe but it seems I rival Howard Hughes in my attempt to remain untouched at the fair. Muck and grimy ick coat everything at the State Fair of Texas: the rides, the game booths, the food tents, the ground, everything. But, as Texans, we always attend because it is a pastime that has been an institution in Dallas for 125 years.
Each year I seem to be fascinated by a new item/area at the fair. For example, one year I was intrigued by the sideshow entitled "The World's Smallest Horse." My kids totally sucked us in so we paid a small fortune to go inside a trailer and look at a gerbil wearing a makeshift saddle. The attendees are always amazing to watch as well, mostly because of wardrobe choices. This is one area that never fails to entertain me. The fashion winner last year was a guy who had on tight jean shorts (aka jorts). That's right. I said "tight" and "jean shorts on a guy" in the same sentence. His enormous belly was a useful prop as it spread his t-shirt out enough so one could read the caption "Stud Inside."
This year I was absolutely astounded by the food choices. Fried food is always a big deal at the State Fair, but they have REALLY gone overboard frying everything from chicken skin and oreos to butter. Yes. That's right. Fried butter. Maybe next year they will offer deep-fried cigarettes. Fingers crossed! One thing is for sure--if you go and dine on all the fine morsels at the Texas State Fair, you'll want to wait awhile before going to get your cholesterol checked. (Please note the sign below--not fried chicken but fried chicken skin.)
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