I’m currently busy working at the 104th annual Hopkinton (NH) State Fair, where I have been the announcer for 10 years now! I let folks know what events are taking place, where facilities are, and assist with announcing the demolition derbies Sat. and Sun nights. It’s a long, 60+ hour weekend of talking, walking, and smiling…but I love it. So I thought I’d pull this little gem out of storage, originally published Sept. 7, 2012!
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Yes, the title of the poem is a bit odd, but so is the person who wrote it. Actually, there’s a reason why I titled it this way…you’ll understand once you get to the end of the poem. (the title is actually the REAL last line of the poem!)
This was written as I was preparing for my duties as the official live announcer for the annual Hopkinton State Fair here in New Hampshire. It’s one of the largest fairs in the state and takes place during Labor Day Weekend.
I was the announcer for this year’s fair as well, and I’m still recuperating. It’s not the 60-hours-on-my-feet-for-4-days schedule that gets me; it’s the food! Between deep-fried pickles/Pop-Tarts,/Oreos/etc., barbecued bison burgers, and roast turkey legs that would give Fred Flintstone a hernia, it’s a fair-foodie’s dream-come-true. My annual favourite? A loaded baked potato with chili, bacon, cheese, broccoli, sour cream, chives, salsa, and jalapenos.
I tell them to hold the butter because I really don’t need the fat.
“…then again, maybe I should go back for some pizza”
I love the fair, but most of all, the food is hard to beat –
it’s barely 2pm, and yet I’ve had so much to eat!
I started with a burger, had a corn dog and some fries,
and then hot buttered popcorn in a box of massive size.
I feasted on the fried dough, ate a funnel cake or three,
and downed as many deep-fried foods as there could ever be.
Of course I needed ice cream, so I stopped to have a scoop;
I even scarfed a giant, cheesy bread bowl full of soup!
Ate cotton candy, caramel apples, schnitzel on a stick.
I polished off a pulled pork sub entirely too quick.
I’ve eaten all the sausage my poor stomach will allow;
so really…all I want…
is just a garden salad now…
– © 2011, Matt Forrest Esenwine
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Great stuff Matt. Thanks for sharing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I feel the need to snack on a bottle of Tums! 🙂
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Ha, thanks for stopping by, Derek! (and for the Retweet!)
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This is marvelous! I can smell it all, and my tummy hurts. (Great rhythm and rhyme too… it reads effortlessly.)
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Thanks, Violet!
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Were we at the fair together? I can never choose which of those yummy treats to buy! This year at our county fair, I enjoyed the maple cotton candy. Thank you for the giggles and deja vu feeling! a.
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Glad you liked it, Amy! Ahh, maple cotton candy…first came across that up in St. Albans, VT back in ’90, and have been in love ever since.
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I first found the maple cotton candy in the NH building at the Big E. It’s almost Big E time, too! I can’t wait.
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I remember working in the NH building one year at the Big E…a young couple refused to let their little girl have a cup of milk because we were using microwaves to warm the blueberry pie we were serving. It was then I realized there are some debates one should not attempt to try to win.
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I can almost smell the fair in the poem. I think I’ll be having garden salad for lunch today 🙂 Nice Job!
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Thank you, Vikram! Have a deep-fried Twinkie for me!
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Delicious, Matt! Good job.
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Thanks, Tabitha, I appreciate it!
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Another great poem that transported me right in the middle of all those food trucks!
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I want a funnel cake. Have fun!
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Oh Matt, you had me at the loaded baked potato – my absolute absolute favourite – and with jalapeño! That was just wickedly teasing! You must have had such a grand time! 🙂 I’m sure work isn’t ‘work’ for you. How lovely to be ‘hosting’ such an event as a live announcer. 🙂
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I’ve been to that fair. Maybe you were there? I hope your stomach settles down some after all those goodies!
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Delicious poem! I wish my stomach was as strong as yours. 🙂
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Well done Matt. I hope you are enjoying the fair. Gosh and I was hoping for more new baby pictures. See ya soon.
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Thank you all for your comments! Liz, that’s still on my list! Myra, I just finished this year’s potato, and it was just as divine as those of years past. BJ, it’s possible – I’ve been working at the fair for 4 or 5 years now, but have been attending long before that. Carmela, this thing stuck between my esophagus and duodenum is cast-iron! And Joy, don’t worry – I’m sure there will be PLENTY more where those came from!
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Very fun! But…now I’m hungry for fair food!!
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Fun poem, but it made my stomach hurt!
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As I was reading this, I was quite sure that the line after “cotton candy, caramel apples, schnitzel on a stick” was going to be something about being sick. Fun poem, Matt, just wish I hadn’t read it with a full stomach. 😉
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Thank you, folks! Michelle, rhyming ‘quick’ with ‘sick’ would’ve been too easy – so I played with grammar a bit to make it work! 😉
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I really enjoyed this poem! I encourage you to submit this to the Food for Thought creative writing prompt on Writer’s Digest website: https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/food-for-thought.
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Thanks, Tim!
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I laughed out loud at the ending to your poem Matt. I must point out that your poem missed out the perogies loaded with fried onions, bacon and sour cream. I haven’t eaten them for years ever since I was diagnosed with a wheat allergy. I was so excited to discover a food truck that sold a gluten free version that I ordered the large size. Alas, the perogies did not have the proper texture, but the rest of the toppings were grand.
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They sound delish! I don’t know if any of the food vendors offer perogies here – I’ve never seen them on any menus, so I wonder if it’s a regional thing?
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You have no idea how well I can relate to this! I visited America in my late teens, and by the end of 6wks, all I wanted was a hose to flush out my stomach, and start all over again with vegetables!! Australians don’t generally eat sweet or fatty breakfasts, so those doughnuts were doing me in! (I’m a savoury-until-midday kind of gal – especially for breakfast!)
Hope your weekend is tops! (And thanks for the congrats.)
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Thanks, Kat! I suppose we enjoy our bacon eggs with pancakes & syrup because it’s the perfect savory-sweet combo. Speaking of…I wonder what’s for breakfast tomorrow…
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Matt, your poem has great movement as I can imagine those different amazing tastes working their way down the digestive tract. Being a fan of state fairs, I love how you gave us a succulent taste of NH fair life and that title is just right. Enjoy your Labor Day Weekend. I also am taking writing about foodie experiences this week. It must be the end-of-summer taste buds that are opening for a great weekend.
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We’ve all been eating so lightly because of summer, I think fall gives us permission to indulge a bit more! Thanks, Carol.
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I haven’t been to a state fair in a long time, but still remember as a child it was the only place to have a corn dog or funnel cakes. Now, they’re everywhere! Fun poem to delight the taste, just not the stomach!
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Thanks, Linda! Already had my fist corn dog of the weekend…it was worth the wait. 😉
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OOOOH, Matt. Your poem give me indigestion! (And I mean that in the best possible way- it’s SO descriptive!)
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Ha, thanks! When it comes to working and eating four days straight…it’s imperative that one paces oneself. 😀
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What fun! Gotta love that fair food. Enjoy your week at the fair. What a cool job!
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Thanks, Kay!
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Love the timely repeat, Matt. We just enjoyed a few days of eating our way through the Illinois State Fair 🙂
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Sounds fun! And delicious!
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Fair food is soooo good, and I agree it is so hard to choose. My favorites are funnel cakes and cotton candy. Love the poem!
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Two of my favorites, as well! Thanks, Linda.
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Ah, yes! It’s fair time here up in Maine, also. Your poem certainly captures the banquet options available at county fairs! Enjoy the weekend!
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Thanks, Joyce – enjoy your time in Maine!
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It all sounds delicious! I missed our country fair this year, so didn’t have my annual roast beef sandwich and chocolate fudge. Looking forward to enjoying them next year.
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One of the fudge shops here had mudslide fudge, which was just out of this world!
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Delicious poem, Matt! And boy oh boy, can I relate!
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Ha, thanks, Rebecca!
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I haven’t been to a fair for so long, but my favorite remains the funnel cakes! If I went, I might have to try that loaded baked potato, Matt, minus the butter of course! Love the poem, wishing you another great weekend announcing!
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Thank s so much, Linda! Although I haven’t heard official numbers, the fair organizers believe we had record attendance – I think a lot of people were eager to get out of the house!
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This poem captures all the fun, as well as the many foods, at a fair. Thanks for sharing this!
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Thank you, Elisabeth!
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It’s amazing how fair foods are alike you hit them all in your poem. And of course the salad at the end in contrast is funny after such a build up. It must be fun working and announcing there. I missed ours in Syracuse this year and I never miss it. But I but hope to be there next year.
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Thanks, Janice. I’ll be posting a look back at the fair in a couple of days, so I hope you’ll be watching for it!
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You reminded me what I missed at the Oregon State Fair. Nothing beats the ice cream at the fair. We chose not to go due to the increase of Covid cases and me getting ready to travel next week. Next year.
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Totally understand – and I was pleased to see people giving each other some space while waiting in lines. Safe travels!
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Matt, I had great fun rereading your State Fair poem. I am sure you have much to reminisce from the recent one that you announced. I enjoyed the trip down memory lane.
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Thanks so much, Carol!
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Yum! But it also sounds painful! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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But it’s a good kind of pain. 😉
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