
By the time you read this, the 2019 North Carolina State Fair will be nothing but mountains of trash, and memories.
The Matthews Family band is already thinking about next year (well, this member, anyway).

But I’m also looking back. And since this space is reserved for the sharing of my thoughts (and it’s a heck of a gig which I highly recommend), what could be more appropriate than to share with you, Gentle Reader, my thoughts before, during, and after the great state fair?
For the most part, anything in quotes are my unspoken thoughts. But not always. Sometimes they are spoken aloud, to my family’s exquisite and highly entertaining embarrassment.

Before the fair: My thoughts all follow a similar theme: “THE FAIR’S COMING!!!” joyfully repeated hundreds of times a day beginning in late July, and increasing in frequency as the fair’s arrival draws ever mor near.
“What’ll I wear?” and the much more important, “What’ll I eat?” Sometimes these two thoughts intersect, such as when I am readying my eatin’ britches (Jeans with enough lycra that they stay up in the morning, but have enough stretch to encase a body containing a metric ton of fair food later in the day. And they also need to retain enough give to permit me to sit on the ride home).

At the pre-fair media luncheon, an event attended by locally famous media and government types: “OMG! There’s Linda Loveland! She is taller, prettier and cooler than anyone I’ve ever seen. I don’t think she’s even human. She is an alien from Planet Glamorama.”

*Hint: It’s not the large bird.
“There’s Cherie Berry. I recognize her from the photo in every elevator, everywhere. That woman lifts me up.”
“Ok, I’ll put less food on my tray to make room for my camera. Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?”

“So, if I put my hair in a ponytail and speak with a German accent will the guy serving Dole Whip recognize me? It’s only my fourth trip. Probably not…?”
At the fair as a food contest judge: “What were they thinking? There is no way this combination of ingredients will taste good.” “Well, what do ya know? Frost my butt and call me cupcake! That was tasty!”

After the soybean judging: “With all apologies to the entire continent of Asia, tofu tastes awful. Edamame, on the other hand…”
General fair impressions: “It is cold, rainy, and the state fair. How/Why is that woman wearing stilettos and an extremely short cocktail dress? In another venue, she’d be fierce, and I’d be impressed/jealous. Here? I’m curious/amused.”

“Ok, I have one stomach, but there are fourteen things I want to eat. I think it just comes down to organization and motivation.”
“I don’t care who you are. A pirate riding a parrot is comedy gold.”
“Ooh! A puppy!”

“How much trouble would I get into if I politely walked over to that family, grabbed that plastic toy trumpet out of that three-year-old’s hand, threw it on the ground, jumped up and down on it, and calmly walked away?”

“Every single guy at the Marine exhibit is a stone cold fox. They look like camo-wearing underwear models. Do they have an “aestetically perfect division”? Actually, with those faces and bodies to distract the enemy, we couldn’t lose.”
“I think I’ve got room in my belly for a scuppernog slushie and in my fridge for a jar of blueberry bourbon jam. Sure…”

After the fair: “I walked into the fair with $150. I was there four hours and I have $1.47. What the heck happened?”
“The fair is coming (In 355 days)! Woo Hoo!!”

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Men eat their favorite comfort foods to celebrate. And the edible indulgences further raise an already elevated mood.
Women crave comfort foods as remedy to the stress and gloom of bad days.
So women, instead of thinking of food as an antidote, let’s think of it as neutral; neither magical nor evil. Healthful food that we need, and occasionally, some well-deserved, mindful indulgences. Let’s take a page from men, with their uncomplicated, rational view of food. It’s not our adversary, it’s not out to get us—it’s just food.
Last month while judging at the King Arthur flour contest, I was lucky enough to sample one of the best bites, and possibly the very best pie I’ve ever been lucky enough to taste. It springs from the confectionary mind of Melissa Bentley, of Zebulon, and recipient of my sweet tooth’s eternal gratitude.
1 ¼ cups King Arthur all-purpose flour

They sell tubs of chocolate chip cookie dough made safe by the removal of the eggs. It’s meant to be eaten raw.
Thanks for your time.
I just wrapped up my third year of working with Lisa Prince of the state ag department, WRAL’s Local Dish, and Flavor NC on PBS. At the State Fair I help judge some of the specialty contests. These are the competitions sponsored by entities such as King Arthur flour, SPAM, and the North Carolina Pecan Growers.
There are folks that have been doing this for years and have judged 20-30 contests. I’ve only done nine, but have learned a few things. About entering cooking competitions, and a few other random truths. I’ll start with those unrelated, incidental lessons.
Traffic and parking: However long it takes to get from your house to the fairgrounds on the odd, non-fair Tuesday, quintuple it. For weekend fair days, multiply it by six or seven. For opening or closing day, just spend the night before out in the parking lot.
If you plan to enter any type of cooking contests, I have a few tips. They may not give you the win, but sometimes the difference between placing and being an also ran is quite narrow, and this advice may give you a few extra points.
Acid is your friend. Dishes should have balance. Rich, fatty foods need something to break them up, and the best way is by adding the acid of citrus juice, vinegar, or tangy dairy such as yogurt, sour cream, and buttermilk. It will make your dish stand out in what can be a sea of mouth-coating, stomach-churning, heaviness.
Make your dish at home, over and over, tweaking the recipe as needed. Get your most brutally honest friends and family to give you feedback. The girlfriend that doesn’t want to hurt your feelings is doing you no favors if she will not tell you the truth. On your end, if you can’t take criticism and comments, contest cooking is probably not for you.
If you don’t like the theme ingredient, pick another competition. In the SPAM contest, the kids made their entries all about the SPAM. Many of the adults tried to hide it. Bad idea. You must embrace the food and celebrate it. This isn’t a game of, “How to get the kids to eat liver without realizing it”. It’s to elevate and showcase the chosen ingredient.
Thanks for your time.
When that cookie’s fate rests upon it not being a dessert, but a snack.

1 cup butter, softened
I have a couple of thoughts about the recipe and directions.
One of the things I liked best about the cookie was the crispy/chewy texture. And, they were flat-out delicious.
She deserves it; and I hope it came with a big, fat check.
Despite possessing a fair hand in the kitchen, I’ve never made a pie with which I was happy. I haven’t killed anybody, but nobody has ever asked for the recipe, or even seconds. Humdrum pies are my cross to bear. With grace and dignity I try to soldier on regardless of the back-breaking burden that fate has chosen for me (besides, my mom makes killer pies, and she’s very generous).
Almost at the end of our team’s pies Lisa brought around a green silky pie with flecks of lime zest visible. It was called a key lime fudge. They gave us all pieces and we chowed down. I and one other judge at my table loved it. It was almost like two pies in one. The top layer was tart yet sweet. The chocolate layer was silky and lingered on the tongue. I never would have predicted that key lime and chocolate would be so delicious and my very faorite out of a huge assortment of pies.
Apples can be problematic, cut them small enough so that they are cooked through. And taste them before you cook them. The last lesson was probably the most important.
4oz Dark Chocolate, chopped
I’d like to leave you with a tip. If you need a heat source to keep something hot, hollow out a large pumpkin, and cut holes around it, for ventilation. Place a Sterno inside the pumpkin and light. Then set you dish on top. It’s very festive. Thursday I’m going back for another contest. I’ll report back and let you know what happened.