Eating at the Fair

Yes we drive almost two hours (each way) every year just to eat fair food at the Canfield Fair in Canfield, Ohio. This year’s is the 169th and while I feel like I have attended all of them, I really haven’t. It was a yearly family ritual throughout my childhood and into adulthood, then there was a big gap when I went off to grad school and to a few jobs that took us too far away. I grew up living very close to the fair, and now close enough to make the trip for at least one day of its yearly Labor Day weekend run.

Even though we go there mostly to eat, we are much more reserved about our eating, now. It’s not that I don’t want to eat a little of everything; I just don’t want it to be my last meal. So, we have whittled down our desires to just a few must haves. I go for the Ricci’s Kwiki corn dog and Richardson’s French Fries; my husband goes for DiRusso’s Italian Sausage sandwiches and the chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick. I added a slice of pumpkin roll from Molnar’s this year.

The state cancelled all live bird displays this year, because of bird flu, so the barn that the rabbits used to share with the poultry was very quiet—no constant crowing. It was so ridiculously hot, that we didn’t go into too many buildings, but we did see both the draft horses and ponies, and any other displays that were outside, but as I said, we mostly go for the food and ambience anymore. I would have liked to have seen the quilts, but the buildings were just oppressively hot.

Here’s the pumpkin display we always like to see, where they at least had big fans:

The Food:

Author: Barbara

I have a PhD in American Literature and taught in higher education for over twenty years and directed two Centers for Instructional Technology before retiring.

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