Nothing says summer better than a county (or state!) fair. It's something about warm nights spent riding an illuminated Ferris wheel, stuffing your face with way too many fried foods, and "aww-ing" over all of the baby farm animals. You should be impressed and disgusted to know that I took down Australian beer-battered potatoes smothered in Ranch and cheese, a third of a Pink's hot dog (Martha Stewart-style, no less!), a chicken gyro, three large beers, and several bites of a - wait for it! - bacon covered glazed doughnut. Oh my. So, you'd be right to guess that now I am spending the next week eating celery sticks and water to de-bloat and cleanse my body after the fair aftermath!