Once a year, my family eats more fried food than is ever suppose to happen. Ever. We use to always have someone sick or throw up. Now, thankfully we have learned to budget the grease.
The National Peanut Festival is this crazy two week tribute to the amazing peanut. The peanut. When I first moved to the area, aka peanut capital of the world it took me years to understand the concept. Umm, no I don't want to go to the peanut parade. I don't want to eat peanuts twenty different ways either. But, if you live in south east Alabama, western Georgia or the Florida panhandle, you go to the festival. Then I had kids. So, now I drive FOUR hours to allow my kids to eat as much grease as possible. They look forward to it every year.
My mom has always stated that she wants to drive in the Demolition Derby, so now we have to attend the derby's. It's hilarious. Grown ass men (and one woman this year) driving cars that they have taped or chained together and hitting each other. People are screaming and clapping when you knock someones wheel off. It's fantastic. Every American must attend a demolition derby at some point in their life.
My quest this year was to focus on more food options. I'm currently in a documentation phase of my eating with another nutrition coach, so I was being extra cautious with my food intake. Plus, I am broke and my stomach was already hurting. Win win for my grease intake. My girls also showed restraint. I swear I did not lecture or bribe them in anyway. I almost gave a speech on the ride down but I refrained. If they throw up, that's on them.
The famous Corn Dog Man's line was around the corner as usual. My favorite roasted corn vendor was also packed, so luckily I was too impatient to stand in line. The ONLY boiled peanut guy that I will ever buy from was there again. He's awesome. He has the waving peanut man in the picture above. My mom wanted some too but she walked away from me. So, I bought the large one in hopes of sharing with her. I sit down beside her finally all excited and she is eating some from hers. So, the two of us had two containers of boiled peanuts. <Insert two belly aches> Boiled peanuts are an acquired taste. You need to try real ones! Not, the canned ones.
I did find some fruit though.
I also found some vegetables. I had a vegetarian with me, so no worries. Vegetables were available. Cauliflower, green beans, broccoli, okra. No excuses for not getting your daily vegetables.
The girls ate some fried oreos. I was secretly hoping one would buy some fried peanut butter cups, but mom was shafted. No one ate a turkey leg thank goodness. We skipped the fried kool aide. One girl ate Chick Fil A. I did lecture her about choosing the option that is a mile from our house. We did manage to buy cotton candy, boiled peanuts, fresh lemonade, hot dog, two nachos, brunswick stew (my dinner), fries, and fried oreos. Believe it or not, that was a success! AND no one threw up. We did stop for some stomach medicine though. Still- successful trip.
My brother also drove up to see us. Which was awesome! We missed Aunt Steph, AKA the cool aunt.
All in all, successful trip to the Peanut Festival! Now, we have a full year to recover/detox.
It's a real thing.