So perhaps you're wondering,"why St. Paul?" Good question. Because it's time for the Great Minnesota Get-Together, also known as the Minnesota State Fair.
Truthfully, the state fair was only part of the draw. I'm really visiting my brother and his family. My sister-in-law Sue decided the trip should be all about research. Into food. You know, so I could get ideas for the Sunday Night Game.
Brilliant!
I was surprised at how great the food at the fair was, but that's a post for another day. Right now, I need to place a photo of the Best Gas Station Hot Dog Ever. (It's really a thing. I promise.)
How awesome is that? This one is my mom's.
Totally not as good, right?*
Mom and I always stop in Tomah, WI for hot dogs from the Kwik Trip. Yes, hot dogs are the lowest level of grilled foods, but these seriously rock. And that's despite having sat on the roller-heater thing for, I don't, days? Weeks? I try not to think about it. They set out all kinds of toppings - onions, sauerkraut, pickles AND relish, plus honey mustard, yellow mustard, and horseradish Dijon! They do offer ketchup, but that doesn't sit well with either of us. What can you do? They probably get a lot of kids.
Two and a half hours later, 1 Dave Brubeck CD and a lot of show tunes, we made it to St. Paul for sirloin steak, corn on the cob, brussels sprouts, and pasta. And wine. Lots and lots of wine.
Oh, and one eggplant that looks like Bob Hope.
Tomorrow: Korean BBQ pork collar and Caribbean lobster rolls.
And beer. Lots and lots of beer.
Later,
VA
*My mom wants me to mention that the reason her hot dog is so sad is because she dropped it and had to smoosh it all back together. I'm not buying it.
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