Salt Addict: Pull Y'all Up State Fair

Last Sunday was destined to be a busy day, I planned it that way so I could get the maximum amount of fun for my time and dollar. Let me give you a play by play of how I think it went down.

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8am - Wake up, hit snooze
8:05 - Snooze
8:10 - Snooze
8:15 - "5 more minutes"- Jill
8:20 - F**k it...

8:40 - We get up and ready ourselves to ride to the Puyallup state fair. The mission is simple, see the show chickens, eat ridiculous fried food and get the hell out of there.

Hairless cat being humiliated, as if being hairless wasn't bad enough

10:10 - We arrive at the fair and make our way towards the chickens....stop to see the 4H cat show. This by the way is not the most ridiculous thing. Last year we witnessed a Llama agility course. If you know anything about Llamas, which I'm sure you don't, you already figured out they aren't extremely agile. Sure they have no problem prancing around the Andes, but jumping through a hoop doesn't strike me as something that relates to a Llamas normal life. In the 15 painful minutes we waited around to see one Llama do one act of agility, we were rewarded with nothing but the laughter that comes along with watching a teenage girl try to pull a stubborn cross between a donkey and camel through some pylons.

Glorious chicken

10:30 - Chickens glorious chickens. Chickens as far as the nearsighted eye can see. A whole barn full of small chickens, big chickens, red chickens, blue chickens, featherless chickens, silky chickens, young chickens, old chickens and some silly ducks. The roosters are amazing. I am not sure how big they can get until I come upon a Jersey Giant. This guy isn't even fully grown and he is as big as any rooster in the joint. I'd turn and run from one of these guys if it came down to it, I'm just glad the big boy is in a cage.
11:15 - In search of the holy grail of fried foods. Legend was told by the Guamanian Crown Prince of a fried fowl sandwich with buns of fried dough and jelly inserted. Glorious tales of heart stopping and mouth watering ridiculousness.

Yes, that does say deep fried butter.

11:30 - Arrive at the Totally Fried booth. Look over options.
11:31 - Thoughts of doubt, shame and fear for health creep in.
11:32 - F**k it...
11:35 - We order fried frog legs, a krispy creme chicken sandwich and fried kool-aid. What have we done?
11:37 - Frog legs come, two of them....really? Two dinky legs? Oh right, this is a novelty...probably should've asked before ordering.
11:40 - Krispy creme sandwich. What a letdown. I blame YOU Jude Cruz! A partially frozen jelly doughnut and a costco brand condensed poultry disc is what I get? Of course I wolf it down and forget to let Jill try some. She walks away feeling betrayed. I try to tell her it wasn't good as I lick the jelly off my fingers.
11:42 - Fried Kool-Aid. This is actually the least disappointing item. It's pretty much fried dough with extra sugar and kool-aid powder mixed in. I've done worse.

Deep Fried Kool-Aid. Le sigh.

11:45 - Time to get out of Dodge. Having wandered aimlessly through the fair last year for hours, I can tell you without a doubt we got our money's worth with our short and goal oriented visit.
1:00 - Arrive in West Seattle in time to watch opening week football with Whitney. Decide in the first five minutes to never return to this bar. Proceed to drink beer, watch football, and talk to Mike from San Diego. Mike is a nice family man, a TSA employee, but not one of the pat-down idiots at the airport. He is some sort of ferry explosion prevention dude. Hats off. We talk football and general topics for three hours. I go to the bathroom at the conclusion of the games and upon my return find that Mike has left without saying goodbye to Whitney or myself...WTF Mike!? I thought we had something special.
4:30? - We arrive at friend Robot Eric's birthday party. I drink beers and eat the last few spoonfuls of macaroni salad directly from the bowl. I play hot wheels with Robot Eric's son Robot Ian, who thinks my name is Jillandchristophe.

Me: What's that ladies name?
points to Jill
Ian: Jill.
Me: What's my name?
Ian: Jillandchristophe.

For those that don't know, I used to think DC Mayor Marion Barry was two people, so I can't be too hard on the kid. Specifically I had it in my mind that it was a woman and man team comprised of Mary and Barry.

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I think I will leave it at that, not much else happened other than my discovery of a delicious Italian Plum tree in the Robot family's backyard. I now have plans to return to this tree, collect a bounty and make something delicious. At the time I was thinking simple preserves. I was told the neighbors make chutney using the plums. Now I'm thinking I have to step it up a little. A plum BBQ sauce perhaps? On friday I hope to return home with many plums and I will post a poll to decide what I should make with them. In the meantime, enjoy more pictures.

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