If It's Edible: Fry It, Then Eat It.

Grant it, I am not the healthiest of people in the world and most of the time I would prefer a slab of beef and a beer over a salad, but when you go to the State Fair - you enter a whole new level of gluttony.

Jaxson and Robyn had never been to the State Fair, so we all took the afternoon off on Tuesday and headed east towards "Big-D." All in all it was a great day. No traffic, small crowds, good food, and plenty of people watching.

The little guy didn't enjoy the sun as much as we did, but he was a soldier and toughed it out. We did all the typical state fair "must-dos," plus some extras. Of course, we indulged in the plethora of fried foods.

We started with the staple of the fair - the corny dog. Moved right to the Fried Oreo's - yes you did not hallucinate, they actually fry Oreo's and they are GREAT. From there, Jaxson asked for some nachos - so we attacked that food vendor. Mom and dad washed that down with a margarita that had about as much alcohol as a breath mint. Then for an early dinner we went "dirty-south" style and made our way to the fried chicken and fried banana pudding. Oh brother, if you like banana pudding - try it fried. Then to finish off the day as we walked to the car, we crushed one more corny dog for good measure (we couldn't let the tickets go to waste).

We didn't eat the entire time. While killing time between nachos and chicken, Robyn wanted to check one of her "I-Wanna-See-This-Before-I-Die-List" items off, so we ventured toward the Human Cannonball area. Not sure if it is the phallic symbol that the cannon represents or if they just have too much time on their hands in between shows, but the Human Cannonball had more kids that you can shake a corny dog at. Good thing is, he made it safely through his stunt while we were there, and even managed to make his wife polish his cannon. (Get your mind out of the gutter, she really does clean his cannon between shows.)

One last thing to do before we left. Go meet "Big Tex." Jaxson actually seemed curious at the rather large man with the extremely deep voice. Thank you to the nice young lady that snapped our photo, I know you will never read this, but thanks again - you created a memory for years to come and the opportunity for my little guy to say he was their when he was just a wee-little Texan.