This past weekend was the Fair. The Fair is a fun thing my sister and I try to enjoy when I am in town. It's enjoyable to see the farm animals, explore the booths, watch the entertainers, mill amongst the crowd.
Oh, yeah, and there's a ton of food too.
In years past, I easily made myself sick from carnival food. Cotton candy. Ice cream. Elephant ears and funnel cakes. Burgers.
But most especially Fries.
Even when I was heavy, even when I ate almost anything, I avoided the carnival fries.
Oh, I tried the fries. One year, I bought a burger and fries. I thought the fries would appear in small little containers like you get in McDonald's. But no, instead, they were served in a huge bread loaf pan sized lump on a paper plate, a mound that appeared to have sat in oil and fat and salt for the last year.
NOTE: These actually look WORLDS better than the fries I bought. The fries I bought were soggy with oil and fat and were gross.
That year, I was stupid. I thought, "I bought these damned things, I must eat them all."
Don't do this. Never feel like you have to eat most of what you buy, especially if you find that you HATE it.
The fries weren't that good - again, this is when I was heavy and ate everything fattening in my sight. But I had spent money so I kept eating...and eating.
Is it ANY surprise that I spent the rest of the day sicker than a dog? Wanting desperately to throw up but unable to?
And that was it. That one incident cured me of Carnival Fries for life. When I walked through the Fair this year, I saw the fries and not ONCE did they call to me, beckoning with sweet satisfaction. I saw people carrying around the bread loaf bricks of fries and thought, "Idiots." I saw the fries dripping in buckets of fat and wanted to gag. I saw plates sagging with oil, the fattening scent wafting across the courtyard and held my nose.
I have a good many food temptations, but one thing is true: Carnival Fries will NEVER be on that list!