I love fairs. I use to go to the West Virginia state fair with my grand parents every year and it was so special to me. (I don’t know if you know, but I was the West Virginia state fair goat milking champ for a few years running. It’s totally ok if you didn’t know how famous I was or how easily I can make goat cheese). Even though I’m not entering goat milking competitions any more (have to share the wealth on that one), I still get so excited about heading to the fairs, even as an adult. The smells transport you, the games draw out your inner 7 year old, and the food is ah-ma-zing.
When my husband and I found out about the NC fair this past weekend, we knew we needed to be there. This was a smaller scale fair for NC (the state fair is in October I think), but I knew all the essentials would be there: tractors, bluegrass, potato sack slide, and some yummy, over indulgent southern snacks (why not fry a candy bar.. if you’re committing to it, you have to go all in). It was everything the fair always is, the perfect summer weekend (and I didn’t even get sick on any rides, so there’s that too).
Now, we are all sugared up and our goldfish bucket toss arms are warmed up, so the next fair weekend doesn’t stand a chance.