Here’s the thing with New England. Our states are really small. The only way getting across the state of CT is going to take you more than 90 minutes is if you do it on a razor scooter while towing a grown elephant on a skateboard. I have no idea where that idea just came from. Pardon me while I write this after spending all day out and about on roughly 3.5 hours of low-quality sleep.
The point is… small states means it doesn’t make much sense for each state to have its own fair, so all of them get together and just throw one big one, the Big E. I know, everything is bigger in Texas, but bacon donut cheeseburgers and fried jellybeans happen up here too.
Some 15 years ago, my high school friends and I started to go to the Big E for marching band. As if you didn’t think I was a big enough nerd, picture me at 13 years old with braces and a french horn in a band uniform – ooohh yeah. It somehow turned into an annual trip that lasted throughout college and into our 20’s. Today was it. How appropriate that we chose to go the day before I embark on 60 junk-free days of eating.
You don’t even want to know what I ate today. It will probably make you cringe. Wait, yes you do. Someone reading this is definitely going to feel a lot better about that one last Twix bar they ate this afternoon once they scroll down and see everything I ate WITHOUT feeling sick to my stomach by the day’s end. Here goes.