...festivals...

This afternoon, we headed into Kimmswick for their annual Strawberry Festival.

But there was this awesome kiddie train!

I had never been to a Strawberry Festival, but it sounded amazing, as I love all things strawberry. I had visions in my mind of strawberry shortcake, strawberry jams, strawberry cheesecake, strawberry pie, strawberry/rhubarb pie, strawberry lemonade, endless amounts of strawberry stands and people dressed up as giant strawberry mascots, dancing to the gods at the endless supply of strawberries the harvest had produced.

I have high expectations.

And an overactive imagination.

Yeah, so obviously it was nothing like I imagined. In fact, there seemed to be very little pertaining to strawberries. Mostly there were vendors selling their wares, jewelry, art, crafts, etc, food stands, great, big bouncy houses, and bands.

One man was selling these really cool rubber band guns with targets and I decided that if we ever have a boy, I'd like to get him one of those. If we had had money, I probably would have bought one right then and there. I'm sure it would be useful. Squirrel nibbling on your garden? Rubber band gun! Mouse in the house? Rubber band gun! Husband not doing chores? Rubber band gun! (Just kidding...or am I?)

Amidst the enormous crowds and endless vendors, we only found two strawberry jam stands, two strawberry lemonade stands, and one strawberry stand.

Mouth watering!

But then, there it was. The mecca at all festivals and carnivals, the fried food stand. There's a lot that gets fried nowadays, particularly in 'Merica! Deep fried bubblegum. Deep fried Koolaid. Deep fried White Castle burgers. (I feel like I'm dying just typing this.) And do you know why? Because it's just yummier! Funnel cake? So good! Deep fried pinapples? Lick your lips delicious! Deep fried oreos? The double stuff dreams are made of.

And here is my saddest news. Because I agreed to do the Whole30 with my friend, Karen, for the month of June, there were no fried oreos for me. Woe!

Does this help you
grasp it's deliciousness?

We left soon after, but I felt the afternoon wasn't a total bust since I had the privilege of introducing Andy to the joys of deep fried oreos for the first time. His words, spewed through a mouthful of melt-in-your-mouth sweetness, "Oh, wow, babe. So good!"

I think Kimmswick is more known for it's Apple Butter Festival in October, and we'll be sure to attend. I'm already preparing myself to not over hype the event by expecting giant apple mascots dancing through the streets.

(Though, I'm secretly hoping they'll read this and surprise me!)

(Also, did you know that deep fried butter is a thing? Well, it is. Not sure who would want to eat it, or why, but there's at least one person out there who loves it, or it wouldn't be a thing. Dare you to try it!)