Calvin’s Dad: The world isn’t fair, Calvin.
Calvin: I know, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favor?
— Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
In a magical land called Puyallup, a temporary city of tents and caravans and carnival rides covering over 169 acres goes up every September to herald in the best season, ever: autumn. Sure, some may be sad about the passing of summer, but I say good riddance to bad sunburns and bug bites and sweating and sunlight! Give me dead leaves, pumpkins, the smell of fireplaces, and temperatures low enough to turn your breath visible!
Aww, don’t be sad about the lost season, summerphiles. It’ll be back again next year. But now, it’s my turn.
Sadly, Diana’s to be counted among those who don’t want summer to go away. But to help her make peace with this time of seasonal mourning, we decided to check out this Puyallup Fair for ourselves. Technically, it’s the Western Washington Fair, but isn’t it more fun to hear Diana say “Puyallup?”
Corn dogs, spicy corn, creamed corn, corn in a bowl, popcorn, corn tortillas, corned beef, corn on the cob, corn pie, corn gumbo, tofu corn, grilled corn, sweet corn, carmelized corn, corn fritters, braised corn, corn soup, beefy corn, fried corn, corn flakes, corn ribs, corn chips, baked corn, corn pudding — what? Pinch me, I must be dreaming… of Iowa.
And I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I don’t really like corn. I’m not even sure if I like Cornish hens. (But I do like corny jokes.) Luckily for me, there were street tacos (that’s just where they make ’em — they’re not actually devised from streets… I think?), apple fries, and elephant ears (also not actual elephant ears… I think?).
We ate our way from one end of the Puyallup Fair to the other, and boy, are our stomachs tired!