You can’t say the words “Texas State Fair” without conjuring up some of the most cholesterol-spiking, artery-clogging culinary delights you can imagine.
State fairs, in general, are not for the faint of palate, but it seems to me every year Texas seems to outdo itself.
And yep, this year was no exception my friends. Let me introduce you to the horrifying (yet intriguing) delicacy known as Fried Beer. Watch this:
It doesn’t look half bad, if I wasn’t so repulsed by the concept of fried beer.
Is there anything in this world that we can’t deep-fry anymore?
God bless America.
**So my wife and I had friends over Sunday night. We had a good time, we went out to eat, and they came back to our apartment afterward.
Our sparklingly clean apartment. Our apartment that had everything put away, no dirt or detritus on the carpet, and a perfectly clean countertop with nothing on it.
This is the myth of cleaning for company. We all do it, because we know we’re supposed to. Sure, it’s nice to make people feel welcome when they come into your home, and part of that is having a clean house.
But does anyone really think, when you visit someone’s home and it’s spotless, that that’s how those people really live? Of course not. It’s just a little myth we like to put out there.
There was once a great horse named “Casual Lies,” which I think is one of the great horse names ever. The owner once explained that we all tell casual lies every day.
“How you doing Steve?”
“Great, thanks.”
Steve may have spilled coffee on his tie, forgotten his kid’s soccer game the night before, and three days behind on a project at work. But he says “Great, thanks” because it’s easier than explaining all that.
They are casual lies that we tell, and no one gets hurt.
So we clean and dust and vacuum our hearts out, putting on a happy and clean face.
While the crap we shoveled into the closets for the night smirks at us from behind closed doors.
