Sunday, September 11
We took the girls to the Puyallup Fair this weekend. The Puyallup Fair means one thing to me - scones. Fisher scones are a Fair tradition. Their tender pastry and generous dollop of raspberry jam are worth making the 1 hour trek down south from Seattle. Let me tell you, they did not disappoint.
Many people have a favorite Puyallup Fair food, the scones just happen to be mine. There are hurricane burgers, krusty pups, curly fries, grilled corn on the cob, funnel cakes and elephant ears. Speaking of elephant ears, Bryce uncharacteristically bought one. We watched as they stretched the dough, threw it in the deep fryer, slathered it with butter (not joking) and sprinkled it with cinnamon sugar. Then the four of us ripped off pieces and indulged. I'm pretty sure I could hear Dr. Oz crying in horror in the background.
But, it was the fair and at the fair you eat fair food. We did more than eat, though. There were a few rides, a trip into the Hobby House to see the collections, a visit to the 4H cats and a quick dash through the quilts. We also talked about Scheuberfour in Luxembourg, the annual fair (really more of a carnival) we visited when we lived there. The potato pancakes, curry wurst, cremant & beer stands seemed like a distant memory. The one thing the fairs did have in common though was the expense!
We came, we saw, we ate - we Did the Puyallup!