The 163rd Annual Chenango County Fair and Agricultural Exposition is less than a week away. Are you ready? If not, you’d better start gearing up. That’s what I’ve been doing all week. Because I believe it’s essential to be well and fully prepared for an event of this magnitude.
When I was growing up, Fair Week was all fun and games. I always looked forward to our annual trip to the Chenango County Fair. The animals, the rides, the games, and, of course, indulging in all manner of fair food – particularly cotton candy and fried dough ... I loved it all.
I still love all of those things. (Particularly the fried dough.) But when you spend as much time at the fairgrounds as I do during the course of the week, it’s important to mentally – and in some cases physically- prepare oneself for the experience.
Last year, I lived and breathed the Chenango County Fair. You’ll remember, Frank had just had an accident, and Jessica had just had her second bouncing baby boy. (Whose first birthday was earlier this week, by the way. Happy Birthday, Braden!) That left Tyler and I to shoulder most of the coverage on our own. This year, thankfully, we’re at full staff.
Which is definitely a good thing, since I’m still working off the after effects of CCF162. But I learned a valuable lesson: man (or in this case woman) can not live on sausage and peppers alone. Or at least they shouldn’t. And deep fried Oreos are an abomination. Tasty, I’ll admit, but an abomination nonetheless.
This is the point where I’m tempted to insert the phrase, “but I digress.” However, as one of our faithful readers pointed out last week I’ve been overusing it a bit lately, I’ll refrain. But it’s definitely implied.
Now, back to my fair preparations.
One of my first was to hit the gym a couple of extra times this week. As a pre-emptive effort, you understand. Because while I’m limiting my sausage and pepper intake, and eliminating those evil Oreos, I still plan to indulge in a bit of fried dough. Specifically of the cinnamon and sugar smothered variety.
