Time For A Festival

Ferris Wheel

So I took myself to a festival a few weeks ago so I could have some fun and get out of the house.  I have to say I actually enjoyed myself even though I went by myself.

I chose to go bright and early in the morning to this festival and arrived right at opening time.  That’s the best time to go, you know, because there’s not a lot of people everywhere yet.  You know how I roll.

It was fun to people-watch and eat up a storm.  You know how I LOVE food!  Festivals are some of the best places to eat to your heart’s content.  There were food tents everywhere!  I mean, how do you even begin choose?!

My first stop was for potatoes and onions.  They were pretty ‘meh.’  As I sat on a bench eating my bowl of potatoes and onions, I looked up and saw a FUDGE sign through a window that was directly across the street.  Oh, MAN, you know where I headed next!!  A piece of plain chocolate fudge was all I needed.

I later headed towards the carnival area.  You know a carnival is not complete without funnel cakes, cotton candy, and corn dogs.  So, since there was really no place for me to sit, I sat on the street curb and ate a corn dog and funnel cake.

The only thing I was baffled by was why they’d be selling hot chocolate at a carnival when it was almost 100 degrees outside!  Really?!

At some point, I made my way to a COBBLER booth.  No way was I passing that one up.  I chose the pineapple flavored cobbler.  It was to die for.

This was also the first time ever that I stopped at a psychic booth.  I really just did it for grins.  It was only $10 I was losing.  It was hilarious though because the very first thing she told me to do was sit down and take $10 out of my purse, put it into my right hand, and ball up my fist.

Then she proceeded to open my fist and take my money.  I couldn’t stop laughing on the inside because she was being so dramatic about it.  Even I saw that one coming!

I mean, why is she pretending the money in my palm is part of the psychic act of my palm reading—as if the spirits need the money in my hand first for my future to get predicted?  Just take my money and read my palm already!  Who are we really kidding here?

So, if you have nothing else to do today, take yourself to a festival full of fun, food, and laughter—even if you just go by yourself.  You’ll have lots of fun, trust me.

Take-Away Life Lesson:  A psychic is obviously only there to give you a generalization about your future life—not specific details like you’d hope for.  Saying you’ll have “happiness in your future” is something you can probably predict yourself.  In that case—we’re ALL psychic.  But giving detailed dates, times, places, and names of people and things that are going to happen in your future—now that’s a psychic.

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Funnel Cakes, I Think

Funnel Cake

Made with funnel cake mix, egg, water, and canola oil.

Jumpin’ Jehosaphat!  What in heaven’s name is this supposed to be?!  It’s supposed to be some concoction of a funnel cake—that’s what.

I was thoroughly disappointed.  It was just so hard for me to make the swirly things in the oil and have it look nice.  None of my attempts looked anything remotely like the funnel cakes you’d get at a carnival.

As I’m attempting to make the third one of these waiting for it to get a nice medium brown, I was standing there thinking to myself—“Hmmm, I wonder where the name funnel cake came from?”  HOT DOG!  Talk about a light bulb moment.

There at that moment, while yet another attempt is frying in the oil, it dawned on me—ohhhhhh, that’s why they use a funnel.  So this whole time I was reading the directions on the box I didn’t think it was that big of a deal to pour it from the mixing bowl into the oil instead of through a funnel.  I mean, there was a little indent on the edge of the bowl for pouring so I thought let’s make life easy.  No such luck.  Plus I didn’t own a funnel anyway.

Funnel Cake
Now, that is just SAD.

I was so frustrated at my attempts at this, that I didn’t even try at all with this last one and made it in pancake form by just dumping the last of the batter straight into the oil—no swirly movements, nothing.  At least it did taste like a funnel cake.  And that’s that, folks!

Needless to say, I’ll never get a job as a funnel cake maker with a traveling carnival.

Recipe for—Funnel Cake

So, if you have nothing else to do today, attempt to make your own homemade funnel cakes—but make sure you have a funnel first and give it as good a go as you possibly can.

Take-Away Life Lesson:  Actually read the title of a boxed recipe you want to make and wait for the meaning to sink into your head before attempting to cook or bake anything.