State Fair Fat Food So, I went to the State Fair this weekend. Mostly to check out the competitions, as I plan on enterning a few next year, but once you're in you might as well check out everything, right? And that includes the food.   Now, one thing I always liked about this community is that it's FatPeopleHate, not any kind of food hate. And I've found even the most unhealthy deep-fried, sugar-coated artery-cloggers can still be enjoyed in moderation. You just have to budget your calories for it, that's all. So, as I was perusing the midway, around lunchtime, I thought I'd splurge on the deep-fried creative confection of the year, whatever it was. So I started looking around.  Now, maybe I'm a few years out-of-date, but didn't the State Fair used to be a place for creative unhealthiness? Seemed like every year for a while there they were coming out with something new to fry. It started with Oreos and Twinkies, moved on to candy bars, bacon, and cheesecake, and culminated in the Krispy Kreme burger and fried Kool-aid (somehow). So anyway, I'm wandering around, looking at the signs, and what do I find?  Nothing. Same old fried crap you can get anywhere. Nothing new or inventive, strange or outlandish. Nothing you want to order just to try to dissect it and figure out how on earth they did it. Just the same old funnel cake, donuts, cotton candy, and kettle corn that you can get anywhere, but massively overpriced. And the worst of it all was the crowds. In some places I found myself stuck, literally stationary in the middle of a space the size of a 4-lane highway, while landwhales with strollers formed massive lines on both sides to get to this fried crap. It was so stupid, and a little scary. This is how people get trampled to death.  Luckily, I found an out-of-the way station selling grilled (not fried), gator meat kabobs, which you can't get everywhere, at least not in my state. It was really good too, tasted like chicken crossed with frog legs. Why don't we eat gator anyway? We should. So my creative eating expedition was a sucess. But seriously, why the desire to eat all of this unappetizing shit? The signs actually said "Fried Dough" or "Dough Balls." In what world is that appetizing? Any day now I expect to see a stall with just a massive pile of fried dough in the middle, carved out and sold by the pound.   Again, I'm not hating on the food exactly. Eat what you want, fried dough included. But why come to a fair with interesting things to see and do all around you and spend hours of that fair standing in gridlock waiting for the same fried dish you can get at the concession stand at Walmart? The ham-logic escapes me.