The Thursday morning sky was gray, and you can see the puddles lurking behind my first corn dog of the year.
We hung out in the Varied Industries Building to keep dry. We went upstairs to see the quilt that Daphne's sister created. This year Phaedra is keeping the quilting family tradition alive.
The quilting room was fine, but our hunger took us to the Turkey Federation's stand. Daphne wanted to try their "Not Your Mama's Taco." Surprisingly good, if I was blindfolded I would have had no idea I was eating turkey.
Not surprising, Char wanted nothing to do with the taco, but she was all over a Fair Square.
The clouds were making an exit at this point, so we headed over to "Little Hands on the Farm" before it got too hot and the lines got too long.
To quote the Iowa State Fair website, "Little Hands on the Farm teaches children the importance of agriculture and how it affects their daily lives in a fun and interactive way... Children obtain a gathering basket and proceed along a path that includes a garden, grain bin, apple orchard, chicken coop, tractor shed, sheep barn and dairy barn... they get the chance to sell these items at the Little Hands on the Farm Farmers’ Market for a Little Hands dollar to spend at the Grocery Store for such items as a piece of fruit, a granola bar or an ice cream sandwich."
Char bought a drink with her Little Hands dollar.
Obligatory pork chop on a stick picture:
Char enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a stick while we were waiting for a the free Vocal Trash show to start.
The cold, rainy morning had twisted into a sweltering afternoon. The heat index was 106, and the ice sculpture giraffe was melting as fast as the artist could carve it.
The highlight of the day was back in the Varied Industries Building. That's where Char got to meet the hosts of IPTV Clubhouse, Dan Wardell and Abby Brown. Charlotte really likes their new tv show, and she could answer every question Abby asked her. Both Dan and Abby were very personable, and the typically shy Charlotte wants to go back to meet them again.
The heat had zapped my appetite, but we grabbed an egg on a stick on our way home.
Oops, I almost forgot those things we stick our heads into.
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