OK, madness probably isn’t the right word, but tonight my friends and I went to the Fall Festival.
I am 100% convinced that Pawnee’s Harvest Festival is based on our Fall Festival. Deep-fried food and obese citizens? Check and check.
Before we ventured out into the streets in search of awesomely horrible food, we met at Gerst Haus for a pre-celebration.
(Kati and Kristyn livin’ it up.)
(Me and Megan being more serious.)
We each had a beer—I got my favorite, Rolling Rock—and also a side of corn cakes.
These little cornbread pancakes are one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. If you find yourself in southern Indiana at the Gerst, GET THEM.
After an hour or so, we decided to head out into the wild. Everyone has a list of things they get every year at Fall Fest, but unfortunately, mine isn’t that exciting. The first booth I always stop at is my elementary school’s, for a slice of pizza. Lame, I know. It’s not even special pizza—it’s from Pizza Hut. I have no idea how this tradition started, but I have done it every year since 6th grade.
The other thing I get every year?
Buckeyes. They are 3 for a $1. If you aren’t acquainted with buckeyes, they are peanut butter (fudge, I think) dipped in chocolate. I ate all 3 in about 1 minute. No shame.
Kristyn and Kati were more adventurous than I was and got something called a Pig in the Mud.
Blurry pic, but it was a peanut butter and bacon sandwich covered in powdered sugar and dipped in maple syrup. I didn’t try it, but apparently they serve it in heaven.
We walked up and down Franklin Street a couple more times, but I was on that delicate line between feeling hungry and feeling sick, so we decided to call it a night.
As soon as I got home, I put on my soft pants and am not catching up on HuluPlus. I think I’ll sleep well tonight. Hope you have a great evening!