There's a nip in the air with a chilling wind to boot. The smell of onions, smoked sausages, and too many other other delicacies to comprehend hit my nose like a slap in the face. Noise and confusion seem to be everywhere and I must pay constant attention to my navigational skills to avoid running into or being run into by a passerby-er. The autumn season has begun and so has the Dixie Classic Fair in Winston-Salem. The festivities are in full swing and I find myself right smack dap in the middle of it all.
My main and only objective in going to the Dixie Classic Fair is always the same. The food. The cuisine is a junk food junkie's dream come true and I saw food combined that God never intended to go together! I didn't think that butter could be deep fried but now I know that nothing is impossible. My cholesterol level jumped just by walking past some of the food stands! I bypassed all of that junk food and got down to some serious business with a plate of pork chops, collard greens, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn bread. Oh, I did top it off with a Diet Pepsi (I must have some balance in the meal!). I didn't get into all those deep fried candy bars and such, just give me that old fashion, home style, greasy, blood slowing, heart stopping home cooking that I grew up with!
I don't indulge in the rides. Most are too fast, too jerky, and too expensive for the short ride-time. Age could be one of the determining factors but I won't admit it. My main reason for not partaking in the frenzied thrill of spinning on a ride until my ears bleed is the fact that I like the way food taste going down and not the other way around! Most of my experience as a young child involving motion sickness was not pleasant. My mom still enjoys telling the story of me getting sick while watching a washer on the spin cycle at a laundry mat! That's all I've got to say about that.
If you get a chance to go to the fair, go. Play games till your broke, walk till you cramp, eat till you explode, and ride rides until you puke. Above all, have fun. When you can't move another inch and you pass out from inhaling too many grease fumes, look up and enjoy the fireworks. I like the fireworks too, especially the grand finale. You've worked hard and God knows we all deserve a break. We can all be a kid again when we enter that fair gate!
