Yes, indeed, we were lured to the Utah State Fair today by the promise of deep fried green jello. (I reckon that once you mastered the process of frying jello—a challenging concept in itself!—you could fry ANY color of jello but, as we’ve recently found out, green jello is a particular Utah treasure so it makes more sense than it might first seem.)
So, we picked up our dear friends, Chris and Louise, this morning, dropped Mom at the wonderful Adult Day Care program she goes to, and drove the few blocks from there to the fair grounds. We actually had a fine time at the fair (pix and more details to follow) but I’ll just get the bad news over with right away— we never did find the fried green jello vendor. We even asked, a lot, and no one seemed to know.
When we got home—before I wrote this and exposed my possible ignorance—I Googled it just in case it was all a hoax that we had fallen for. But, no, there are reputable news reports that there really was someone selling fried green jello (along with fried Snickers bars, cheesecake, and other similar delicacies) but we just apparently missed him. Drat.
We did manage to get my long longed-for corn-dog (you know, the real thing, deep fried, not one of those microwave phonies) which is admittedly an odd thing to long for. I haven’t had—or even thought about—corn dogs for many, many years, but it was one of the absolute key “fair foods” when I was growing up and went to the Louisiana State Fair with my family. And, as you know if you’re a regular reader here, when we went to the 4th of July celebration locally, it brought back all those memories and developed into a craving. What can I say—these things happen.
I also had a really delish lamb gyro and a Dr. Pepper—also something I haven’t thought of, nor consumed, in probably forty years. And Louise and David both ate some outstanding homemade-style ice-cream.
So, did we do something other than eat at the fair? Yes we did! We enjoyed the exhibits of surprisingly good “fine art” (as distinct from “craft” type of arts) and the pretty darn amazing butter sculpture. The sculpture was actually still being worked on, and the sculptor returned to work just as we passed by. I would imagine that working in what is essentially a huge refrigerator must make it a slow process, requiring a pretty good number of warming-up breaks!
The “creative arts” (or “crafts”) areas had everything from horrifying kitsch to some really astounding examples of craftsmanship, even aside from the butter sculpture. We saw some fine examples of woodworking, for example.
We four were unified in our NON-interest in riding any of the rides and our interest in checking out the livestock barns. (Yes, possibly odd for us folks who have never owned a cow or goat, but still interesting to us all.) We learned about the
Dexter cow, a heritage breed making a big comeback as the “family cow”since they’re small, cheerfully mannered, and cute as a bug. After seeing them, the Holsteins seemed positively gargantuan!
The sheep were darn cute, although also somehow much bigger than we all expected.
Most were fashionably dressed and Louise got the prize for correctly guessing why they were so attired (to keep the hay off them until they were judged). And the goats were equally cute, although I’ll just admit right now it’s very hard to take pix of critters at the fair withoutjust getting all backsides and tail ends.
In any case, we enjoyed the fair although my research today (looking for documentation of the existence of fried green jello) revealed that we missed some things I wished we’d seen. Unfortunately, at $10 per admission ticket (well, only $7 for my doddering senior citizen husband!) we’ll probably wait until next year and try again.
I also went last week to the Swiss Days celebration in Midway, Utah, over in Heber Valley, just a bit beyond Park City and had a fun day with “the girls”—our daughter, Jen, her mother-in-law, Kate, and sister-in-law, Megan. Good times were had by all.
In the meantime, should you find yourself faced with deep-fried green jello, please report back!