Category Archives: Food

All’s Fair…At The Fair

It’s a little known fact that two of a Mainer’s favorite things in life are either observing or participating pissing contests and consuming vast amounts of fried/deep fried foods. The best place for one to partake in the most heated farmer rivalries while chow down on a funnel cake is the fair.. Maine loves fairs, and while in the state you can easily attend it’s roughly 7 or 8 major ones (and 3 major festivals).

Saturday I took the time out of my busy schedule (sarcasm) to take the hour and a half journey to the town of Skowhegan to attend “the nation’s oldest continuously run agricultural fair”…The Skowhegan State Fair.

Although my memories of that same fair years back are nothing but glimering seas of farm animals and corn dogs, I found this time around to be slightly disappointing. Large sections that used to be devoted to exhibits were needlessly handed over to the carnival rides and shitty merchandise vendors. Although the show animals were still in abundance, a lot of the barns were closed due to it being the first day of the livestock grooming and inspections (don’t worry I ‘ninja-ed’ my way through to some places and got some good pictures).

Hanging with my brothers-in-arms

The only thing that might have redeemed the afternoon was the discovery of wonder that is the bacon wrapped hot dog. I ate one and the angels wept….

  • The rest of the photos are here.
  • A set from the Fryburg Fair last year is here.
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Thank God Thanksgiving is over.

Now I can start getting depressed for Christmas

Pictures:

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My Family (the picture, plus 2 other tables full of people)

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Some good food

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My cousin’s perpetually happy kid

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And PIE!

The rest of pictures here

Pass the awkwardness please

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and I am not too excited. I love my family, and I like seeing them every once and awhile but Thanksgiving is a very awkward holiday.

I don’t mind having to get my hair cut (for the grandparents), and getting all dressed up but I feel doing all that for a holiday that’s soul purpose is eating is tiresome and pointless. We all eventually end up asking the same old questions, and playing pool anyways (I suck at pool).

I understand that Thanksgiving is also about giving thanks and being with family but my family does that alot on Christmas, Easter, and at least two times in the summer

Now, enough of me being a jerk:

I’m thankful for 1. my life, love, and happiness, 2. all the awesome people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing through out this past year, and 3. YOU! if you’re reading this I’m thankful for you.

A Caveman for all seasons

I believe that people who say they like a certain time of year shouldn’t bitch about it (i.e.: If I say I like the Summer but complain about the heat). But that doesn’t apply to me cause I love the Fall, and there is nothing wrong with the Fall.

I mean the Fall has all the best stuff: apples, apple pie, apple cider (I love all the appley stuff), Halloween, Thanksgiving, and last but not lest Columbus Day.

…kickass

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Finally, after a week long hiatus I have a chance to write something long, and some-what meaningful. Due to me adjusting to my new work schedule I haven’t had the time nor energy to even consider posting, but seeing that I’m getting better at this “time management” thing I can now take sometime out of my day to “write”. (Also I’ve learned to indicate sarcasim with quotation marks)

Return to the Blog-o-sphere

Today also marks the first time in a week I was able to read my favorite blogs. Although it took me nearly two and a half hours to read all the  missed posts, it was well worth it.

Also, may I add:

Good News 

I finally bought a digital camera! Unfortunatly the wireless is frigged up on my laptop, so pictures will come soon…

Graduation

On June 8th, I Mr. Caveman became a fully responsible member of society by graduating at 7pm…or was it 8:30? I don’t know because the whole thing was about THREE HOURS LONG. 

It was incredably nerve racking lining up to “march” in. All of us in our best, taking pictures, talking in yearbook clichés (“Can you beleive we made it through”,”Have a great summer!”),and just waiting… Then the music starts, and the teachers (in their robes) exit through the big old doors first.

Halfway down the center aisle the teachers stop, and face towards the middle (I know, the symbolism is painful). I being the the second male student down, figured I cut the tension by giving all the teachers on my side a high five. 

After everything was said and done, the place was hell to get out of.

Project Graduation

For several years my school, and many school around has been doing something called “Project Graduation”. The main aim is to keep people from drinking and driving (most of us go for the free food).

45 minutes after graduation everyone was suposed to meet in the parting lot, get searched for booze, and pile into a bus going to a YMCA in the middle of nowhere.

I gotta say the YMCA out in the middle of nowhere had a pretty nice set up. It had 3 lanes of candle pin bowling, laser tag, a pool, and a giant inflatable “American Gladiator” style joust. We all stayed there until about 4:30.

To be continued

Things I’ve Discovered, Part 1

MEATLOAF AND MEATBALLS ARE SAME THING!

(except different sizes)

PROOF:

1. They are both made out of meat

2. Both are made with special bread crumbs and seasonings

3. Both are eaten with either gravy or a tomato paste/sauce

4. Both Are Awesome!

I’m on to both of you!