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to Nowhere A greasy Mid-South Fair • I’m not bragging. Well, okay, I guess I am. My daughter won first place in some category at the Mid-South Fair with a shawl she knitted for the Gremlin. It’s purple and the pattern is called “Inky-Dinky Spider” — which is appropriate as it looks like a delicate, lacy spiderweb. My son and I braved the elements last Thursday and headed to the Fair — with big plans. These plans (mine anyway) included finding the roasted corn booth, the booth that sold those potatoes shaved into a spiral strip and deep fried; the booth that sold “pork butt on a stick,” and of course, the Amish ice cream booth. The spiral deep-fried potatoes were wonderful. However, they were really greasy and at some point, I bumped the plate against my T-shirt and had grease spots (and you know that kind of grease spot never washes out!). The roasted corn was wonderful also. So good, that I had two ears. By the time we got to the “pork-butt on a stick” booth I was miserable. (Seems like Kris wasn’t as enthuastic about stuffing himself as I was.) I offered to split a “butt” with him and that was agreeable to both of us, so that’s what we did. And it was so good! A nice, thick slice of Boston butt grilled exactly as I wanted it. Yummmmy. After that, I wasn’t really eager for ice cream and decided that could be passed up. I even passed up the Morgan fudge booth — something I can never recall having done before! We came home miserable and greasy (well, I did anyway), but happy. I love the Fair and especially the exhibits. And it was so fun to see the “Inky Dinky Spider” shawl with it’s beautiful, blue, first place ribbon! • Grease has never been one of my favorite things. This past weekend, grease became one of my least favorite things! The district secretary was coming to our United Methodist church this past week to help with charge conference paperwork. We were having lunch and I was assigned the bread, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, etc. Standing on tiptoe in my laundry room, reaching for the platter, something bumped my Fry Daddy. Naturally, it dumped itself right down on me. I was covered in grease from my chest down. We won’t talk about my laundry room floor, washer or dryer (which still have Crisco oil oozing out from underneath). My much-loved cousin couldn’t resist a couple of wisecracks... “Sounds like you were one slick chick... Should’ve made it easier to slide out of those clothes! A crescent wrench in your hand and you’d have been one sexy grease monkey...” Report News:
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