Ah, it’s that time of year again. The Rib America Festival was our first big Hoosier thing that we did last year and one of the only things I was looking forward to this year. (Pardon my archives if you do actually click the links, they were mighty hammered in the move from blogger and I never fixed them.)
We’ve been saving up for a year to do Rib Fest right, and boy howdy did we.
Let’s look at our meat.
GUESS WHAT WE SAW?
Oh, the flashbacks. Now would be a good time to tell you about what happened after the fair. The fried Pepsi caused me such insurmountable gas that I nearly burned a hole through my underwear, my pants and the couch. When it finally came out, well, let’s just say there was sweat involved. I didn’t poop again for four days.
Damn you fried Pepsi, DAMN YOU!
Needless to say one bite of funnel cake brought back bubble gut memories and instant nausea.
One bite is where my funnel cake chaser and Rib America 2007 ended.