Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Fried Pickles: A day at the Fair

Deep Fried Pickles Pictures, Images and Photos

Fairs are dirty, greasy events. There are crowds of people, coughing and sneezing, touching everything one moment before you do. People are yelling at one another. Too much money is spent on stomachaches and cham-wows.

And still. The fun! A constant watcher of humans, I set myself apart and do what I do best. Take in the scenery. Oh the people!

Just look at us! We wait in long lines. We allow the bottoms of our pants to brush against dropped ice cream cones and we don’t run for a bathroom. Speaking of bathrooms, how about those oddball port-a-potties?

Here we are enthusiastically entering overly crowded buildings to patiently listen to snake oil type sales people pitching us their wares. We linger by the Gypsy Woman Booth…we privately consider getting out fortunes told…. and don’t.

Yesterday I spent the day at the fair with my family. The entire day, from dawn donuts to evening everlasting gobstoppers. We consumed all the must haves. Cheese fries, bloomin’ onions, chocolate covered bacon, and…fried pickles.

We like those the best, the battered and deep fried half-sour spears. The bursting salty wrongness of it suits the day.

Because all of it is wrong. None of is should be fun, or interesting. The rides are dangerous and dirty, the thrills momentary, the frustration immense. But really, who cares? It’s so good to be bad, sometimes.

We drove home in the dark. The rain started ten minutes from our exit.

“We were lucky,” said Bill.

We looked into the back seat at our three snoring, filthy, fantastic children. That’s what it’s all about. Someday a fair won’t be a fair without fried pickles. Not for these girls. We’ve given them a definition. It’s the best part of our job.

When we got home, the power was out. A thrill in itself.

***On a side note. This morning I got a good laugh as I tip toed downstairs to leave for work.

I was having trouble navigating the stairway. I stopped for a second to take stock of what I was holding. A gallon of apple juice (I didn’t want to fall down the stairs in the middle of the night when the nasty youngest screamed MORE JUICE!), one dollar and seventy five cents (?), a pair of high heels (No clickety clackety wakety husbandy), and in my teeth, the first fifty pages of my final draft of my new novel.***

And you thought Fried Pickles were strange? People are stranger. Gotta love it.

26 comments:

  1. There must be something very wrong with me because the thought of fried pickles makes me very peckish indeed.

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  2. I am guessing the final draft tastes better than fried pickles. Thnx for the trip, I havent been to a fair in quite some time. :)

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  3. Fun post! Are you feeling well today?

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  4. You will ALWAYS find me at the fortune teller booth!

    And I LOVE fried pickles!

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  5. I love fried pickles and I love strange people!

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  6. they are, but fried pickles ?
    wow.
    i mean i'm usually up for fried food. but pickles ?

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  7. Call me the oddball, but it's the chocolate-covered bacon that's got me reeling....eew.
    I love your eye for detail, Suzanne. I could picture you making your stealthy getaway decked out with that strange assortment of necessities. Ha!

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  8. I'm hesitant about this fried pickled business too. I mean, you *eat it*? Astonishing!
    By the way, since I'm not a fan of fairs, whenever I feel like I'm missing out on "culture" and "people-watching," I've permitted myself to simply read this post.
    All the details without the sweaty and obnoxious crowds. Love it.

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  9. This sounds like fun. Chocolate covered bacon sound interesting and I have no idea why. lol. I really like the way you wrote this. Nice work! :o)

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  10. A sweet salty sour reminder about the importance of little things. And I adore fairs. Thanks, Suzanne!

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  11. I love fried pickles. I haven't had them in years, but man are they good. I love that you're creating memories for your family and even better you're aware of it and appreciating every single moment.

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  12. You described the fair PERFECTLY. I just went to our state fair and this is just how it feels. Sticky, dirty, wrong, and yet oh, so right. It's the weirdest living paradox I've walked into. (Literally.)

    I'm glad you had such a great time!

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  13. I have to say that I tried fried pickles over the weekend for the first time. I'm not a fan. I've never had them at the fair, but everything tastes better at the fair.

    And it's also true that writers are weirder than real life. :)

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  14. Your day at the fair sounded like lots of fun, and oh the memories made with your children. Got a chuckle out of what you managed to carry downstairs this morning.....:-) Hugs

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  15. Now I've got a hankerin' for some of that wonderful wrongness of fried pickes. Fairs are a great place for people watching, don't you think?

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  16. There are those fried pickles again. I'll have to try those someday. What a fun day! :D

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  17. Never had a fried pickle, or a fried Snicker's bar. You finished your novel! Wonderful!

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  18. Have you been to the Minnesota State Fair? We take great pride in our fried foods and butter sculptures.

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  19. I feel so cheated--I've never seen a fried pickle up here in Canada. I'm not a big fan of fried food (except chicken of course) but I really, really want a fried pickle now!

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  20. If people eat fried green tomatoes, then why not fried pickles? Never had one, but now they are something to aspire to. Yea on the new novel! Oh, and I loved "clickey clackety wakedy husbandy." It made me smile.

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  21. People are definitely stranger :)Fried pickles? Hmmm... that actually sounds good. I can top the fried pickles though. Recently I went to Darwin to visit a girlfriend of mine whose cowboy husband relocated the entire family to the top end of Australia about 3 years ago. Michelle and I were walking through the local markets when I had the, um... pleasure? or tasting 'local crocodile on a stick' 'water buffalo burgers' and 'fried possum'. I left the kangaroo meat alone. Not because I object to eating my furry neighbors, but because we eat kanga meat all the time back home. Got to try the local delights hey?!

    I love fairs and festivals. And the people... yes, I love the people...!

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  22. I hope you had the decency to eat a funnel cake and cotton candy too. Did the guy who worked the ride look like Joe Dirt? You gotta love the "fair people." They give the "people of wal-mart" a run for their money! :-)

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  23. Greasy Fried Pickles and First Novel Pages.......Sounds like something that should be in the song, "My Favorite Things."

    I can hear Julie Andrews singing it now.....

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  24. The filthy, filthy fair! Oh but they joy of people watching and eating fried foods guilt free! Glad you had a good time!

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  25. What fair were you at? The Big E has every type of food imaginable, but I don't think I've ever seen fried pickles!

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  26. Yep the BIG E. Fried pickles are at the blooming onion stand!

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