Fiera, far away from home: After two months I realized that the local passion are fair. A Taste of Minnesota was the taste, the Minnesota State Fair full version: a culinary and agricultural fair, a cocktail of mass plots, the true happenings of the summer. Let's all go for junk food and to see the farm animals, fascinated as children raised in the city. The stands are huge stables for cows, horses, sheep and goats, a pig on record, a poultry house as big as a hangar, but with no chance of flying. Around, lit stalls, entertainment and exhibitions of boats and equipment for the land. I sling the meat of alligator (gator ) and I serve it on a stick, fried in butter with mustard sauce and a pseudo Cajun : sa chicken and I do not know if the cause is the proximity of the kiosk with the chicken or the true flavor of the meat. The dish I am disappointed, I thought an animal had a dangerous taste with more dignity. I refer to a sausage on the skewer with mozzarella in a carriage on a skewer stick and fried strawberries. There are two rules for cooking minnesotese: all food is fried after soaking in butter and served on a skewer. At the booth of the Italian spaghetti ask out of curiosity and show me a lollipop arrotolotali fried noodles with a fork, skewer, covered with a layer of butter breaded. A true delicacy, the modest price of $ 5, which I no just because I want to report money. I avoid desserts, choice of fried oreo snickers or fried: fried hurts too. To the basic elements of the local cuisine are two dedicated stands: that of Deep Friers and that of butter. For twenty dollars you can leave your photos at the famous craftsman (part-time funeral also an artist and garden furniture) and get a real bust sculpted in butter with which to participate in the beauty contest and take home. As for narcissism and self-hatred that will contain a copy of itself to have carved a stick of butter I can not judge, I know I never would keep my torso in the refrigerator, do not want to watch it rot and not mutilate me for the carbonara and certainly not I would never make a bust. But here is a real passion and women pose for the portrait and serve meals with one ear, a piece of mind, an eye. The stand of the Deep Friers no different from that of weapons, so much so that they are in this together and we read the intentions and the amount motivating Frier daddy average. The real entertainment is the Miracle of Birth. The farmers of the area have organized themselves to bring an animal that each bear during the days of the fair, so that every day you can watch the birth of the kid, of the lamb, piglets, sitting in the stands on stage with lights and eye ox on the unborn child and shooting with television projection big screens. Routine birth of chicks and ducklings: tech with rows of eggs are kept at a controlled temperature so that the chick to break the shell under the noses of those who expect to sit. Needless to say, I sit in the stalls and saw the birth of the last pig, happy to see daddy to little children that indicate the preferred pig eating hot dogs and holding the ham sandwich that the healthy mother brought from home. Great: I do not know really who is the prey and predator, if the children put their hands between the bars to stroke the pet or dad, engulfed by some mega industry, dressed in the corporate center and with his wife beside ossigentissima . The output of the stand matches with the entrance to the pig's Largest Minnesota and I'm lucky to see The King, His Majesty Pretty Ricky, the boar more statewide Goss, 1200 pounds of pure pork. Around the king are a rabble of boys and an orderly queue of women aged 40 and over who in turn, secretly (some much less) to touch the bales Pretty Ricky causing small grunts of satisfaction. Good leads, good leads. I try to restart them, but the farmer is forcing me to close the camera (further organized a resale of salami and does not want to ruin the business). To describe the breadth of the strength of Pretty Ricky is not enough to imagine a soccer ball, add the feeling you get after noisissima a lesson (I vote M *** s), or after someone who wanted to avoid just stuck button. To describe the attitude of Pretty Riky must have seen the half-closed eyes and the grin that sleepy pig satisfied, pleased and a little sordid, exposes the bales to the amusement. But even so it makes the idea that populate the mind of the man who, after the Toccata, leaving the pigsty assusandosi without washing your hands and fingertips. Pretty Riky un'emblema and remember it is (unintentionally) is the stand of the Minnesota Independence Party, which wants to separate and preserve their own, original culture. The two revolutionary representation boomers are obese, hidden by the symbol party, a bison plastic about 1 meter, model of the trophy that stands above their heads. On the flyer, claiming to have a strong desire to challenge their rifles and take to the streets against the government's taxation, as well as to claim that the roots of the central government is leading the way in a real cultural genocide. Go Laura, terùn! Washington thieving, Little Tatanka does not forgive. The whole world is a place and I wonder what kind of culture we want to preserve these overseas while leaguers chew the flesh of former Pretty Riky, forgetting that many years ago in those same prairies grazed the relatives of their Little Tatanka, the largest store of genres food, utensils and clothing Indians never existed. At the exit, while a friend whose name I will not confess with great seriousness that his life's dream is to buy a plow (indicates by a $ 40,000) within me the winner is not Pretty Riky, but the bad taste, 'orignal one product showcased at the fair.
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