We started with one cup:
This was the golden ticket. Well, it was the receptacle for what the four tickets you get with your admission will get you. But I bought more.I had or sipped, but did not photograph, beers from the following breweries:
Allagash Brewing Co. (Tripel) Hook and Ladder Brewing Company Magic Hat Brewing Company Mountaineer Brewing Co. (some beer the representative said girls prefer) Raven (watery sip)
Abita Brewing Co. (Jockamo IPA, cute label) He’Brew Beer (Pomegranate ale, described as "chick beer but 8%")
Kona Brewery (Walua Wheat ale with passion fruit) Atwater Brewery (Atwater Vanilla Java Porter, probably my favorite)
Bells Brewing Inc. (warm glass of Amber ale from the bottom of the barrel)
The bottom one is becoming my new favorite pick. Yes, yes, it's brewed in Michigan.Everyone was happy, even including the kettle korn popper, who gave us a lesson in kettle corn making (add a ladel of oil to the kettle, add a scoop of popcorn kernels, soon after, add twice as much sugar as popcorn, and stir).
And the Confederate soldiers who presumably came from some re-enactment made me feel right at home. Literally.
Lunch, after about 6 mini beers and multiple sips, was of course fabulous. The tent we patronized had a grill full of onions, peppers, meats, and spiraled sausages, in a beautiful array of greasy, ostensibly pre-hangover food.
I got an Italian sausage. It was great: impossibly large to eat and with my post-7-mini-beer skills or general clumsiness, managed to rip off a piece, have it drop off the foil wrapping and hit both my shirt and my shorts and wipe mustard on me during its fall to earth.
Laura made a good decision to order a "Hole in One," or a donut, right off the fryer, covered in ice cream and sprinkles. It was impressive that that tent had both a donut fryer and a freezer to hold at least four types of ice cream. That's fair-food innovation for you.
The culinary find of the afternoon was the turkey leg: the unadvertised, dripping-in-poultry-juice, sinewy, Medieval, feudal-lord-invoking turkey leg. Rob found it and served as a turkey leg ambassador to other fair-goers who wanted a turkey leg, but couldn't find its source either.
Of course being part of the turkey leg eating club means you instantly find affinity with other turkey leg eaters.
And the Confederate soldiers who presumably came from some re-enactment made me feel right at home. Literally.
Lunch, after about 6 mini beers and multiple sips, was of course fabulous. The tent we patronized had a grill full of onions, peppers, meats, and spiraled sausages, in a beautiful array of greasy, ostensibly pre-hangover food.
I got an Italian sausage. It was great: impossibly large to eat and with my post-7-mini-beer skills or general clumsiness, managed to rip off a piece, have it drop off the foil wrapping and hit both my shirt and my shorts and wipe mustard on me during its fall to earth.
Laura made a good decision to order a "Hole in One," or a donut, right off the fryer, covered in ice cream and sprinkles. It was impressive that that tent had both a donut fryer and a freezer to hold at least four types of ice cream. That's fair-food innovation for you.
The culinary find of the afternoon was the turkey leg: the unadvertised, dripping-in-poultry-juice, sinewy, Medieval, feudal-lord-invoking turkey leg. Rob found it and served as a turkey leg ambassador to other fair-goers who wanted a turkey leg, but couldn't find its source either.
Of course being part of the turkey leg eating club means you instantly find affinity with other turkey leg eaters.
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