We made our annual visit to the Del Mar Fair last night. I hate to admit it, but we ate some of the food. Have you seen the food at the Del Mar Fair? It’s enough to give a cardiologist a heart attack just looking at it. Grease and salt are blended with fat, topped with oil and sugar, then deep fried and served on a bed of lard. Yum.
However, there is one treat at the fair I cannot bring myself to sample: the grilled corn. The overwhelmingly noxious fumes rising from those grills are something else indeed. Have you ever singed the hair on your skin lighting a campfire? Remember the smell? Well, the grilled corn at the fair smells like someone tossed a 5-day-old dead cat on the flames. Regardless, judging by the number (and size) of people lined up to eat it, it sure must be delicious.
By the way, the official and proper name of the fair is the Del Mar Fair, and has been for years, and always will be. It is not the San Diego County Fair as some busybody politicians, civic “leaders” and business interests would have you believe.