Another weekend went by and the only things I made were for my nephews, none of which deserved any fanfare aside from my little choompa loompas gobbling it up and making me feel special. Come to think of it, that's the most important thing. I also took my bacon carnivore to a farm fair, and guess what they were selling?
Deep fried Oreo's. Of course, I made a beeline for it and sat down right in the grass to eat them. My nephew wasn't too impressed. He took a bite and asked for cotton candy.
I inhaled them as to not have the delicious taste tainted by the smell of goat as waited in line to milk them.
Have you ever seen a goat's teat? I don't even want to say what it looked like, but I will say I did not touch it and as excited as my nephew was to milk, his turn came and he turned to me and said "I don't want to touch it". On to the food little one, on to the food.
He also didn't care for the 10 inch corn dog and asked for fries. psh. Omnivore.