A Fair To Remember
The Friday Cookbook holds a silent vigil at the fairgrounds.
Good morning! Happy Friday. I want you to know that I’m typing this through the pain of a burned index finger, because you should always look at your grill when you reach to close the lid. See? This newsletter’s full of handy cooking tips. I will struggle through, for you, though.
You know, we’ve gotten used to missing out on things this year. Parties, concerts, in-person sporting events holidays as we know and love them. It’s old hat to even mention it at this point—we all know it sucks. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to recapture the magic where possible. Last week, we staged a full-fledged tailgate in the comfort and safety of our own bubble, and this week?
This week we’re going to the fair.
(As a side note: my children keep asking me if we can go to “the funfair”, which is both depressing because, well, no, but also it makes me think they’ve been watching too much Peppa Pig. Which is to say, any Peppa Pig. I digress.)
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